It’s late and I’m tired. I’ve been up since 5 a.m. and while I relish the quiet and time alone, I feel like taking a nap by 11 am.
Which I did.
This afternoon we went to see some friends for a casual dinner. I’d been OK up until about an hour before we had to be there, and then I started to feel the anxiety creep in on the fringes of my thoughts. As usual my mind started to imagine the scene: I’d be there feeling more tense as the moments passed, wondering how I would — could? — escape, not knowing what I was escaping from, just knowing I had to get out…. and then…
… and then… I remembered…
… it was all in my mind and didn’t actually exist.
And I actually ended up having a good time, without anxiety.
When can we do it again?