That’s what I have been, all day, for no good reason. I don’t have any good excuses. It’s Friday, work hasn’t been especially stressful, we have fun plans this weekend. All is right in my world, and yet, I could gladly smack the next person that walked into my office.
It’s almost as if I’m waiting for something to happen, and it’s got me on edge. I don’t know what that thing is. I don’t know if it’s something good or bad. There’s just this feeling of …something coming.
I would never profess to be psychic, or to be able to read things ahead of time; but, today, my Spidey sense is tingling something fierce.
It might be anxiety over a short day trip that we’re taking tomorrow. One of my co-workers has a cabin about three hours north of here. She’s invited the gang from the office up for the day, and we’re taking off after Ben’s football camp.
I don’t like road trips, as a rule. Being cooped up in a car is maddening to me, especially if I’m not the one driving. Any time that we are to take off in the car for a trip out of town, I get uptight. I’m pretty sure that it comes down to a control issue. I suppose that at some point, I will need to figure out that most of my life is not something that I can control beyond the basics.
It should be a nice day. It’s much cooler up there, and they are due for some rain. I like the people that I work with, so there’s no stress there. I just get focused on the actual ride and it makes me anxious. It could also be that there are a lot of accidents on the particular stretch of road that we have to travel.
Whatever it is, I’m going to have a glass of wine with dinner tonight, and then get up early tomorrow morning and meet up with my new trainer at the gym. A good night’s sleep and a tough workout tomorrow might be just the things to get my attention shifted off of the drive.
Be careful out there. I don’t want anything to happen to any of my friends, either!