Anxious much?

Some days I get to thinking how nice it must feel to be Chill.  Laid back.  Don't worry, be happy.

But no.  Like my mother before me, I'm a fretter.  Thankfully, I've learned to keep my anxieties under wraps.  Think, that serene little duck gliding across the water -- all the while paddling furiously under the surface.

I thought it might be fun to detail some of my anxieties.  Maybe seeing them in black and white, I'll realize how silly they are.

I'm not talking about Covid ... being asked to sing a solo ...  a job interview .... lab results.  That stuff goes without saying.   And don't get me started on airports!  Who remembers those strategically-placed vending machines where you could purchase a Life Insurance policy right before boarding your flight?

So, a few weeks ago, Tom was unpacking his 'smart' TV and asked me to help with the setup.  My stomach made an unpleasant noise.

Yep, instruction manuals are right up there.

Here's some more of my shiver-triggers ...

😟 Calling Customer Service

😟 Travelling through a car wash, blind behind the wheel.

😟 Driving next to an 18-wheeler

😟 Staring at the oversize pill in my hand right before I put it on my tongue.

😟 Asking for a favor.

😟 Turning left onto two-way traffic.  (Yes, I'm still that someone who makes 3 right hand turns to avoid one left.)

😟 Saying 'no'

😟 Waiting for eBay feedback.  I always make sure to point out any imperfections, tears, etc.  So far, it's been all thumbs up.   Still, I keep waiting for one disappointing rating from a Karen. 

😟 Will the pest-control guy think we're pigs when he sees I haven't dusted behind the refrigerator?

😟 Wondering if I left too many exclamation points on a comment.  Again.  

😟 Leaving a store without having purchased anything.  To self: "Act natural."

Now, don't you feel better about yourself?  😀

Hugs, Myra