The Crazy Train Is Pulling Into Town
|July 19, 2014||Posted by Sarah under Lifestyle|
I’m traveling next week which means guess what the Crazy Train is pulling into the station. I’ve never been shy about the fact that I’m not a big fan of traveling. Travel by car, no big deal. Travel by rail, meh it’s ok. Travel by air, the world is crumbling. Unfortunately traveling by air really is the only option when flying to from the east coast to the west coast if you want to get there in a timely manner, so clearly the world is crumbling all around me.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually love to travel once I’m there. I love to experience new things, eat new food and meet new people, but it’s the getting there and the IDEA of being away that gets me all worked into a frenzy. You see I am a creature of habit, like most human beings are, but I find a lot of comfort in both my routine and my home. This has gotten worse as I gotten older and also as I’ve become very happy with my life at home. I love my house, my cats, my neighborhood, my friends…why should I leave?? Well there is a great big world out there that would be a shame to miss out on. My rational brain knows this, my crazy brain is convinced of the following:
- My plane will crash, be hijacked, etc… Out of the roughly 3,000+ flights that leave the NYC area per day it will surely be mine.
- An earthquake, probably “The Big One,” will hit California while I am there. I have no idea what to do in an earthquake, not do I want to find out…they are terrifying!
- My house will catch on fire. One of these days, that crazy wiring set up in my basement is going to freak out and start an electrical fire. I don’t really care about my belongings as much as I worry about the cats in that scenario. Which leads me to…
- I will never see my cats again. But the worst part of that is that no one will think to go take care of them so they will starve OR no one will want them and they will get separated and/or sent to a horrible home. Beth Stern, if you are reading this, please take my cats if some shit goes down.
This is all ridiculous, I know, but writing it all out actually helps. It helps me to actually put some rational thought to these fears. I need to stop freaking out over things that I can’t control (WHAT?!?!) and just enjoy life. I wouldn’t get on a plane for a very long time and I missed out on some important things in life, like seeing my grandparents one last time before they passed. I can’t let that happen again.
Is this to say that the next few days leading up to my trip are going to be a breeze? Oh hell no. My brain is already going a bagillion miles per hour and I am starting to make lists, upon lists, upon lists. Oh and wait until the anxiety poops start…that’s always fun. Poor B has to put up with this…he’s such a sport 🙂 But it’s all worth it. I get to visit Disneyland again, attend the CrossFit Games (!!!), dip my toes in the Pacific Ocean, and most importantly has amazing opportunities to grow my business. So yeah, I’ll jump on the Crazy Train for a bit…at least it keeps things interesting.
Do you get travel anxiety? What do you do to help it?