Everyday I leave home flying out the door like a bat out of hell. What for? I've never actually been late (or have VERY few times). In fact, 90% of the time I'm early. So why am I so panicked?
Therein lies my anxiety disorder. I blame that. What if there's a giant eight car pile up and I'm 2 minutes late to English class?! Maybe the parking structure will be completely full (which has never happened) and I have to go to the bank to get quarters for the meter parking!? Or maybe my car will be hijacked and I'll have to walk to school! It could happen...or not.
Sometimes I wish I could just slow down and breathe.
Everything always ends up okay.
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