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Notes from an Anxious Mind

fish from the stream of my thoughts

Wolfinwool · Anxiety Attack

I had a full blown panic attack last night watching the news about Iran. I was worried I was having a heart attack. My BP was off the charts and my whole body was pins and needles. I ended up burning it off on the treadmill before a cold shower. Holy cow, it was awful. And that’s with a low key anti anxiety med. I’m going to talk to the doctor tomorrow about how to manage this so I don’t do more damage. 😳

Sunday is a very busy day at the bookstore. People everywhere. A pretty young woman strolls over and camps on the plush chaise in front of me. She has picked up a leather bound journal with a quote embossed on the cover. I watch her take a picture of it, no doubt for social media. She is wearing an off-the-shoulder patterned dress that is long but slit way up the side. I think this is her church dress.

She puts the journal aside and chats with someone on her phone. After a few minutes, she gets up and leans past the column she is sitting behind to give a thumbs up to a much younger and prettier version of herself wearing a similar dress that covers much less of her athletic build sitting at a cafe table with a gangly-looking 16yo. They seem to be on a post-church date. Mom is riding herd.

Next too her an old man sits and Studys a book back. He is gnarled and bent with a big bushy white mustache.

Viva la Vida by Coldplay is on the overhead here at the restaurant. It’s making me weepy. The last time I heard this was in December when we took my sister and law and her husband to a candlelight concert.

I miss her.

And that’s the shape of the day—anxiety and observation. Panic in the bloodstream, beauty on the periphery. People trying to connect. People trying to be okay.

And me, somewhere in the middle, catching details and jotting them down before they drift away.

Here are just a few fish from the stream of my thoughts.

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