Because anxiety is a spoiled asshole and isn’t satisfied with only appearing in anticipation of and participation in events, it must also throw itself into the aftermath of events. So… I rode the light rail today.  It was very stressful, but mostly only in my mind, because in reality it was extremely easy, I had no problems, the things I anticipated being challenging… weren’t… the only issue I had was finding the right floor and room for my conference (stupid giant hotels with terrible signage).  The conference was fine.  Getting back home was fine, other than getting seasick (trainsick?) Everything was fine.  I had plenty of time, everything was easy…

Anxiety doesn’t believe in adventure.  Adventure is not something that exists, because adventure requires not knowing what will happen next, doing something you’ve never done before…  But with anxiety, that isn’t adventurous, it’s torture to be avoided at all costs. Tomorrow I have to ride the light rail to downtown (public transportation).  I have ridden the light rail a grand total of twice in my life, and both were with S, and S is all competent and knows where to stand and which platform and how to get tickets and when to get off.  I just had to follow along. Now, I have to do it alone.  Tomorrow.