A sickness if you will.
Note: if you’re tired of reading about hurricanes you’ll probably want to leave now, because I’m gonna talk about them. I won’t be offended, I just recommend not returning until around November 30th when the season is over. Like I said, it’s a sickness.
Yes, I know I shouldn’t, but I cannot stop looking at the Hurricane Ike models. I can’t help it. Everytime the computer models shift towards Florida (sorry Florida), I breathe a sigh of relief. 2 hours later I come back and NONE of them are pointing at Florida.
I realize it’s too early to worry. I realize it’s too early to panic. And low and behold, I AM PANICKING.
I am supposed to fly to California on Friday afternoon to take a stupid test for a work situation I’m in. It’s sort of important, but obviously, on the scale of hurricanes hitting my home 2 weeks in a row, it’s not that big of a deal. But the flight was 500 bucks, the test was 200 and I’m likely going to lose both if Ike swings this way. Not to mention that it’s another hurricane heading towards my home. Did I mention that yet?
I’m not really sure how to best prepare for this besides not restocking our fridge and not moving everything back into our attic. Our next door neighbor told us to stop bothering with leaves and let Ike take care of it.
I know it’s not logical to worry myself, but this is the only thing I know to do to help control my fear. Ironic, I realize, but I admittedly have a diagnosed anxiety problem, I don’t cope normally. I watch, I prepare, I come up with plausible plans and then I wait and see. I feel like if I worry, then one of two things happens. If the scary scenario plays out, I’m prepared to deal with it, and if it doesn’t, then well, no harm or foul.
I just don’t know. I know that I’m scared and that I really don’t like what I’m seeing.
Yes, it’s a sickness. But what else am I supposed to do?