Anxiety

The extra-strength anxiety started yesterday. Anxiety is a pretty normal-for-me part of my every day and seldom has the power to cripple me any more. Seldom? At least, not as often as it used to. Works in progress. . . Progress over perfection. The extra self-care I plied to yesterday's extra-strength anxiety didn't seem to help much. This morning finds me skidding painfully through the undefined parameters of this day. Where will I sleep after Wednesday when the rental agreement on this room runs out? I am not overly comfortable in this shabby room or the unsociable nature of the complex residents. Am I scouting growth potentials or another round of delusions that will eventually get shot down? Etc., etc. Is there a greater source of pessimism than anxiety?

Letting the anxiety be *just* an item on my personal inventory for today. . .

The much heralded solar eclipse is today. Think I'll go see if the parties are everything the locals were hoping for. My strongest curiosity is whether the local motels and hotels really are as full as was anticipated.