Spur of the moment I decided to brave traffic and drive to the Totality Zone. It was worth it. I knew it would be. I've seen this before. But goddamn did I have to fight myself to go. Anxiety is a bitch and a half, especially at 7 a.m., apparently.
But I am sooooo glad I went. I know it's hard to let myself enjoy the things I love, my hobbies, my interests, anything that gives me joy. I don't know why that is. But it's there, and I'm growing more cognizant of it.
So I just ran with it. Shoes on, teeth brushed, water bottle, go. I didn't even eat, just a red bull and later a poptart. Because I knew if I didn't leave right then I would not go and I literally would not be able to stop crying once I missed it. Too often in my life I let things pass me by because, idfk, I'm anxious that I wouldn't enjoy it enough, or the right way, or something. Perfectionism applied to my own happiness, I fucking hate it. Why can I not just BE‽
But I went. Threw some music on and just watched the (endless, endless) fields go by. It's so weird to experience "a whole vibe" while sober. (that sounds bad) But I'm usually so deep in my thoughts that I can't experience anything in the present. Today was a rare exception to that.
I don't really have a point to this post, I just needed to get some words out of my head that I've been ruminating on all day. I went. I said I would, decided I wouldn't, then decided I would hate myself forever if I didn't go. So I went. It shouldn't be this hard but I'm getting better.
God that all sounds so trite.