Anxiety is when…
you go from
I should offer to take my guest from the greyhound station to my home, I’ve done that process many many times, I used to work right next to the greyhound station.
to
What if we get lost? That’d be so embarrassing.
to
NO! I WILL DEFINITELY GET US LOST… not even a little lost either… like… the kind of lost that makes you say… whelp… guess I’m just going to live here now since I’ll never find my way home again and I’ve been lost so long everyone who has ever known me has forgotten my name.
to
helpless tears as you imagine how lost you are going to get this poor person who trusted you.
Then… I stop… and breathe… take some perspective and laugh because honestly sometimes that is all I can do. Okay, now to finish writing this message.
