First, my son forgot his backpack this morning. He got to the bus stop and was trying to figure out how it got stolen and then came back home and got it. I forgot my backpack twice in the last few weeks so I understand how it can happen. It has to do with getting enough winter outer clothes on and then grabbing the bike and just going. So that crisis averted I sat down to eat something.
I made an extra french toast this morning and I drank a couple of swallows of coffee. So I'm sitting here at my computer, eating french toast, listening to Armstrong and Getty, and all of a sudden I feel panic. After a few seconds I'm thinking "why am I feeling anxious all of a sudden?" So I go back and reread a couple of blog posts I'd just read and started listening to the show and I have no idea what caused it.
Here's one of the things I learned when I was married. If you say "what's wrong?" whoever you are asking, including yourself or your husband, will look around and figure out what's wrong. Moods come and go and it's not necessary to figure out why everytime. I try to just go with it.
I am ignoring my moment of panic. It's not about my bank account so I'm just ignoring it and see what happens. Life is good.