Two things I am afraid of:

• letting people down, disappointing them
• poverty in my old age

I tend to blame the first one on my upbringing. Expectations were high, and disappointment strongly felt. I think I can already see the same fear in Ingrid although I have tried to not pass this on, but I guess I am not good at pretending.

As for the second, I don’t really know why I think about this. I don’t worry about growing old, per se. But I do worry (not actively and daily but occasionally and in the back of my mind) about being old, poor and lonely. Like the little old ladies I see in the streets, painfully shuffling along with their shopping bags.