Anxiety is so weird

Like, really, really weird. I am getting to go on a vacation in a few weeks. Having barely left the house for over a year, I really need to go somewhere. And I get to see my family.  It’s good. I’ve been putting off asking the neighbor who always watches our cats to watch our cats. The cats aren’t going to care for themselves, someone really needs to watch them, and I’m not bringing them on a 2-day road trip.  This morning, I resolved to make the busier adult in the house do it so I don’t have to (and I like our pet sitter neighbor). Then I fretted about whether they would ask soon enough. Then, I had to tell myself, “just do the hard thing!” like a mantra until I sent the text. This is dumb. Anxiety is weird. But, maybe I can get a petsitter out of it and that’s good.

I’ve also literally had a present for this friend sitting on my countertop for weeks that I’ve not quite gotten myself to give to her.  So, I went ahead and mentioned that I had something for her, because that will make me do it. Guilt is a great but terrible motivator. Anxiety is weird and dumb, the end.

But hey, I did the thing! Woo.