I am typically not an anxious person. Yes I like to get things done, rather than leave loose ends; that may make me a little anxious. I admit I work better under pressure while juggling nine activities on my plate; but sometimes that makes me a little anxious. That anxiety is more a question of “how am I going to get this all done in a timely manner,” rather than the anxiety of “oh my goodness I have a lot to do.”
I have so many goals that I want to obtain in life — personally and professionally — and aspirations I have for myself from a long time ago. I try to take them one project at a time, but when I start thinking about them collectively, I become extremely anxious.
I may sound like a real head case. But really, I am pretty good about taking things in stride, and trying to balance life, and living life in the “now.” But I do have so much that I want to accomplish, I try to remind myself that I am only one person, and I need to take a deep breath and slow down.
I recently had the weirdest feeling of anxiety come over me that I don’t think I have ever experienced before, and I was incredibly disappointed in myself for allowing it to happen. But it happened for good reason—and that reason is because I am a mom.
I very rarely leave without my phone, which I hate because I am one of those people that doesn’t like to have a GPS tracking system on me. I don’t always want to be able to be reached on a minute-to-minute basis, but as a busy mom, I need to be able to know that my babies are safe or may need me at any minute.