Sometimes I can be a little flaky. Case in point: I booked my flight home from Florida for Friday, March 8th, instead of Friday, February 8th!!!!! A friend told me that this must be a Freudian slip. Ha ha - quite possibly. Well, it actually works out alright, because this Friday and Saturday, there is going to be a monster snow storm barrelling through the Northeast. Had my flight been scheduled for this Friday as I had originally thought it was, I most likely would have been stranded overnight in the Atlanta airport on Friday. That is an experience I can live without! I've booked a flight home for early next week, after the storm is all over. The only really painful part about this delay is the $150 airline change fee. Yikes! At least I get a few extra days to sit in the precious sun. Aaaaah.
The flight down to Florida was pretty uneventful. Though I was very tired, my OCD didn't really act up much. I did see an airport bathroom attendant wiping down the counters with the remaining tissue left on an almost used up roll of toilet paper. Eew. Since arriving here, I've had a handful of free-floating anxiety attacks (meaning that I can't figure out what caused them). When they hit, I just try to be mindful of my surroundings as a way to bring myself back to the present, instead of being off in anxiety-land. I also pray.
I've struggled some with contamination issues, of course. I did force myself to ignore a hyper-responsibility obsession. I was in a store and dropped a ceramic magnet onto the floor. I looked at it quickly, noticed that there were no cracks, and I put it right back in its place. I wanted to keep examining it to make sure that no one would get hurt on any jagged pieces, but I reminded myself that I already checked it and it was fine. I forced myself to walk away from it, and to be honest, I hadn't even thought about it again until right now.
I am a little worried about my husband having to drive around in the snow storm. I know it bothers me because it leaves me feeling uncertain and out of control. I am also scared because he has another head cold (very unusual for him). The fact that he is on immunosuppressent medication means that he is vulnerable to many illnesses. A simple cold could turn into a disaster for him. However, other than praying for him, there is nothing else for me to do. So . . . I'm making a conscious effort to let go of this too. For me, part of seizing the day means embracing uncertainty. So that is what I shall do.
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