I'm not who I was.
This idiom is often used when there is a possibility of an impending problem of which one has no intention of worrying about in the present moment because to do so would be pointless.
I’m not a huge fan of bridges.
As a child, I delighted in them. I felt adventurous about the idea of tiptoeing across rickety driftwood. Being stuck in traffic above a large body of water was a highlight of childhood road trips. As an adult, that’s not the case. I appreciate the functionality, but the less time that I can spend on a bridge, the better. I find myself conjuring solutions of escape should I ever find myself plummeting downward toward…whatever is down there. After watching Mythbusters reruns, I have pretty much determined that the only productive thing I could do in such a situation is to pray for divine intervention.
Teleportation would be a fun alternative.
But I digress…
I’ve driven to a bridge.
(forgive the choppiness).
The following segment would have likely been more fit for the “If You Really Want to Know” post…
Will it get worse? I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Although you wouldn’t hear me complain if there is no bridge of “worse”.