September 5, 2023: High Anxiety
I worry. I fret. And for this reason, I am not good at making transitions. I’ll be at home and have to go to town and put this off as long as possible. Or I’ll be in town and have to go home and put this off for as long as possible. I fret about driving both ways. For most, it’s just a matter of getting in the car and going. For me, it’s a matter of wondering if I’ll have an accident. I use one eye to see and have a hard time seeing the oncoming traffic on my right side. I am super cautious going both ways, but just one small lapse could result in an accident. |
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I rode Hrimmi this morning. The sun was then shining. I recalled that it used to be that I fretted before riding the horses. I don’t anymore. This is why I wish I had more time to ride. No, it is not possible to make the time to ride although I did do this, this morning. I did finally go to the Hotel, and there I met up with Pam, a BLBP board member. She and I are putting together the silent auction. Well, we butted heads, which is unusual, but this did cause my anxiety level to rise considerably. I thought that we should have $100.00 bids, for a larger number of books, and Pam seemed to think that each book should be put up with an individual bid. Oh well. I finally went with what Pam said. We needed, and we got, two people who began pricing the books – my friend Timothy Miller and BLBP board president Robert Wallace. Timothy does what he does best, which is read books and provide astute comments. And Robert, who had never before priced a book, began doing what Timothy does. I did what I do best, which was pull more and more books off the shelves, then pass them on to Robert. Pam left after a bit. I relaxed once we had the books that were going to the silent auction in order. It was the first and last time I felt anxiety free all day. |
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