Don't Go Into the Basement!
You know when you are watching a good old horror movie and you just know that something horrible is about to happen? The tightening of the muscles, the roiling of the stomach, the racing heartbeat, the need to warn the characters in the movie that an axe murderer is in their basement? That's the feeling I have right now. I woke up with a horrible sense of anxiety, a fear for the day, a dread that something really bad is going to happen to me or someone I love. Logically, everything in my life is just peachy right now, jobs are good, family is good, bills are paid, no money troubles, nothing hanging over my head that would make me feel this way. Which makes it even scarier! I am no stranger to anxiety, but I can usually put a name to it. Right now there is no reason for me to feel this way and yet my tummy is in knots!
I drove with extra caution this morning. I went to check on my car in the parking lot three times to make sure it was still there and still locked. I held onto the stair railings and carefully walked up when normally I take the stairs in leaps and bounds. I've triple checked my voice mails and emails to make sure there wasn't some tragic news waiting for me. I feel the need to call my parents just to reassure myself they are ok.
I'll be honest, I am actually dizzy and finding myself on the verge of a full blown anxiety attack, FOR NO REASON. What's wrong with me? What phase is the moon in right now? Should I go check my horoscope or the farmer's almanac? Or should I just have a long hot bath with a glass of wine to calm down? (Oops, no, too much risk of drowning, scratch that).
Alright, going to try to calm myself down. I just wanted to get this into a post so when the apocalypse happens I can say "I told you so!"