Biggest little anxiety in the world
So I need to leave for the airport in a few short hours and what am I doing? I’m lying here in bed, anxious and unable to fall asleep. Because of course. I can’t just be normal and go to sleep and be well rested. I have to be all twitchy and itchy and restless and neurotic.
I always have a lot of anxiety right before traveling, but tonight is more than usual. To the point where I’m trying to figure out reasons and excuses for me to cancel.
I’m fretting because… well, for a lot of reasons.
For example, this is my first time on a airplane since the pandemic. It’s actually my first real trip anywhere in nearly 3 years. Ahhhh!!! Ahhh! AHHHHH!
And it’s my first work trip with the new company. there are going so many new people and I have to meet them all, face to face. Ugh. I hate face to face.
And I am stressed about leaving the boys for so long. I don’t like it. I am missing nick’s orchestra concert. (And the bruins only trip to CO.)
AND I HAVE TO DRESS UP.
See? So many things for me to churn and burn over. And now I’m gonna be exhausted and cranky on top of it all. Maybe I’ll get a bloody Mary at the airport and really make it fun.