My hands are quivering, my knuckles look white, as I grab the faded linen seat arms. I hear the rumble of the engines, my heart is racing. The runway looks like one continuous white line. I am ready to take off; all from my living room couch.
No, I am not going on a trip, I don't have a trip planned. I am the classic "white knuckle" flyer.
How ridiculous; here I am thinking about how afraid I am of flying and not going anywhere. Wow, now that is also classic anxiety.
Let's see, what else can I worry about. Oh, yes, of course, this week I will take my final test for my job training, I am already sweating thinking about it. When I get to my computer, I imagine going blank , and forgeting everything I have learned. It doesn't matter how many times I am told NOT to worry, I just have to have something filled up in the "worry" box in my head.
How I admire my friends who can live day to day, without worry and concern. I am sure they worry if there is SOMETHING that warrants their attention.
Today I am going to focus on enjoying life, excluding the drama. I'll see how it works out.