Sometimes luck never goes amiss. I’m off to a meeting at work this morning, despite more anxiety and stomach churning.
So with anxiety, why try to get somewhere in the morning rush hour, with the vagaries of public transport to boot. I got on a packed train, got off, got told there was no Underground service, then there was. It was all a bit Hokey Cokey.
Got off the tube train to catch my next connection. Just. I then summarily checked whether the service was running fine. It wasn’t. There would have been a 45 minute wait for the next train, rendering me late for the meeting. Sometimes I wonder whether someone is looking after me. Today proved that someone is.
Stomach is churning, and I’m pretty anxious. But I’m not turning back. I crossed a rubicon yesterday by making it all the way to my intended destination. There’s no way that’s happening again today. Determination and strong mindedness, I think it’s called.
And this train has glorious air con which makes me feel that I’ve climbed into a fridge. On a hot July morning, that is most welcome.
Allen Brooks xx