Remember O Most Gracious Virgin Mary

I find it strange that every time I decide to publish my thoughts onto something tangible, something crazy and very relevant pops up right after I’ve written.  its WIERD! 
My mind was preparing for the next step before I knew it was there! 
I have suddenly found myself in a certain type of ‘leadership’ position, which will draw a crap ton of attention upon myself.  and as I was warned- some people will not like that I somehow attained this position and they did not.

 I like to be liked- everyone does.   And I know that in this case, it is unreasonable to have any negative confrontation- and I would hope people would be happy for me..  I understand that you can’t make everyone like you, and that it’s crazy to try to make everyone like you.  I am comfortable with that- as many people are and should be. 

With all of this in mind, I am worried still -even after my tinsy “prophecy” from the other day- about bearing something that I believe I am totally capable of doing, and equipped to do well, and remain humble?  I cannot stand to see obnoxious pride.  You know what?  I know, i will not become that way.  I’m so worried over it, how could I become unaware of my own actions?!  I know I’m probably over reacting.  I AM.  Is it bad to be afraid though????  I think not!  St. Anthony avoided positions of leadership because he knew that he was vulnerable to falling toward a selfish vanity.  heck, if i’m recollecting correctly, I think the guy even whipped himself at times!
Now I’m not gonna go whipping myself— but the point is, that it’s got to be a good thing for me to be aware of my faults and afraid of situations where I have a heightened possibility to fall.  And what makes it SO logical to rationalize is the fact that I am in a new, useful situation where I can learn A LOT, a position I’ve wanted for about a year, a position which is going to help in my long term goals.  So WHYYY should I be afraid? 
I’m tired. i cant think anymore tonight. and i dont know if any of the above makes the slightest bit of sense.

  I worry a lot.  sometimes.  it makes my neck hurt! okay stop.