This morning I got my workout in before the sun came up and on my way back home I reached a new level of anxiety. What if you woke up one day and the sun just didn’t come up, and you wake up thinking it’s still the middle of the night but it’s actually like 10 AM? How could you have any response other than an overwhelming sense of impending doom because something has gone horribly wrong?
Those are my thoughts for the day. Anxiety at its finest.