I went to the store this morning; collected what I needed and proceeded to checkout only to realize I’d forgotten my wallet.
Am ominous foreboding appears; what terrible occurrence will be next, I wonder. Will the dermatologist I visit later in the day need to autopsy a suspicious mole? Will the engine dash icon reoccurring with maddening irregularity require roadside assistance? Will all the tables be full at Bridgeman’s requiring a painful wait for our planned breakfast? Will Elon Musk become a trillionaire?
So many uncertainties. Must I accept that angst will always be a constant companion? Is stoic oversight the best solution to maintaining a peaceful existence?
Silly isn’t it to dwell on such insignificance when I know everything will be better tomorrow morning. For a while anyway. Until angst sets in once again.
deideismusings 
Have confidence in yourself, Dee. Your duality is a beautiful and wonderful thing, and hopefully you will – if not conquer – eventually arrive at a manner of truce with those anxieties.
Well Anonymous, don’t usually expect readers to take my musings seriously; psychological counseling seems a bit much.
I suppose most wouldn’t, and apologize. Meant no offence. We knew one another several years ago; in a small town between two lakes. I named my car after you and have improved my chicken eating skills.
I’m really glad you’re doing well and did not mean to come across as some anonymous jerk, it’s just nice to read this sometimes.
-e.