Morning. Despite the fact it’s another pluperfect spring morning, it’s back to normal for me.
What’s normal? Anxious. That’s what. I woke up, got showered, dressed and had breakfast, all seemed fine. I’ve stepped outside to go to my volunteering, and the anxiety has reappeared. Seems fairly mild at the moment, again there is no apparent trigger for it. I’ve got nothing to feel anxious about, except my brain tells me something different.
Just like a game of snakes and ladders. Up the ladder, down the snake. Anxiety can seem like that at times. Hopefully the ladder can be long and the snake of a short length. Then I can get on with my day.