Where Your Demons Can’t Chase You
My Virginia commute in the Fall.
Every morning it’s the same. I wake up, hit the shower, breakfast with some reading, kiss my wife and kids, say a prayer before I leave the house, and then I get on the road for my 30-40 minute commute to work. And then it happens. It’s subtle, but it happens every time – anxiety kicks in. My mind usually wanders to future goals where fear and doubt start to slowly pour over me like cold maple syrup. This has been happening for a few months straight now. Sometimes it’s worse than other days. But it’s almost always there, waiting for me on the road, causing my stomach to burn with anxious acid and causing my mind to hurt. It has this weird affect later in the day where I suddenly feel like I’m walking on a slightly rocking ship.
This stress a...