April Twenty-eighth; Anxiety is Not Your Friend, or Is It?

What a morning for this to be the word of the day.

As my son was preparing to leave for work he told me they were having a group meeting around nine. Have fun, don’t hurt anyone, see ya maybe for lunch. I was already working on reading the three hundred notifications in my email from my blogging friends. As my son left out, he opened the gate then went to tell me one more thing. That was when both dogs took advantage of his distraction and bolted past him.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd the race was on. They knew the not so stray cats were out back and that was where they were headed. Thankfully those critters are super fast. My son was chasing behind them, I tore through the house to the back door. I’m yelling for dogs who were nose to the ground tracking which meant all hearing processes were shut down. I head back for the remote for the training collars. It only took once and that got their attention. My son got Molly inside my car while Bella finally came through the gate. We managed to get Molly inside and my son was able to leave for work.

I know he was late. I’m sure if he gave the real explanation that was an interesting story. Especially since I was still dressed in my pajamas outside chasing dogs. Ah well. No cats were harmed and the dogs acted sheepish even as I could tell they didn’t mean it this time. 

After my son had left, I return to my emails. For some reason I kept getting notifications that I had no internet. I -technologically challenged that I am, was sitting here arguing with the computer. “I DO have internet. I still have all those little bar thingies, stop being a pain.” I swear I heard some odd little giggle come from somewhere deep inside all these various computer parts. “Please, computer, I have 300 messages to get through and my own blog to write before it gets too late. All my hundreds of readers, okay, dozens of, fine, those daring, super sweet, wonderful, probably bored people, who read my posts are waiting. Holding their breath, wondering.. okay sure, I know. They’re going on with their life, I get it, but still, I want to get this written. Please computer give me a break.” 

Then, the phone rings and its my son. He had forgotten something and wondered if I would bring it to him. “Yes, but its going to take a few minutes as I’m not dressed yet.” Then he tosses in, “Will you bring me a Mountain Dew as well?” “What kind?” “Doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t green.” I guess it really isn’t easy being green. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 I head for my bedroom to get dressed, and the house phone rings. Mom was calling. I tell her what was going on, she told me quickly what she needed to ask of me and we disconnected the call. I managed to get dressed and contacts in relatively quickly then had to get the dogs inside. Of course Bella immediately thought we were going hiking and gave me a really pitiful look when I said no.

I get in the car, I start to back up then remember I was forgetting the same thing my son had forgotten. I go back into the house, grab that and back in the car and headed toward his work place.

 I stopped to get the drink. That is one busy store. There seemed to be seven thousand people in there. Okay, three, but in no hurry. One lady bought three packs of cigarettes. $28. Jimminy Crickets. When I quit they were sixty-seven cents a pack. I wanted to ask what she was buying, were they tipped in gold or what. Of course I didn’t. I paid for the drink, got back in the car and then waited for the nice long parade of vehicles that suddenly appeared out of nowhere to go by so I could pull out of the parking lot and into the road. All the while I’m watching the clock wondering if I was going to make it before his meeting. It did not help that my dash cam did not want to adhere to the windshield and kept falling.

 I pulled into the parking area of where he works to see him at the other end waving. I pulled up and gave him what he had left and his drink. He handed me some one dollar bills to pay of the drink and I started to leave only for him to yell for me. He had left some important paperwork on  top of my car. I know because when I stopped it slid forward down across the windshield. After he got the papers I left and headed for home. I had made it. I managed to get there in time. He got what he needed and wanted and I got home safely.

I’m still watching the computer to see if it is going to pull that no internet thing again. But, all that time I was rushing to get to my son, I was anxious about getting there in time. Even though, it was not a life or death matter.

The cats have also finally came back out of hiding to eat.


My son has often told me I worry too much. He tells me I am afraid of too much for no reason. He’s right, even though I am working on it daily. Minute by scary minute. Life is not easy, I know that it isn’t meant to be. Even knowing that, I know we aren’t meant to be afraid.


I simply have to remind myself that bad moments may come, but we get through them. Moments of concern and anxiety may come, but when we remember where our peace and strength lies, we not only get through, but we grow. We become stronger, more capable, and able to enjoy life much more. I know from experience, that very few of the horrible calamities I have feared have come true. Even in those, when I lost my husband and my brother, I have thought of how much better off they are, and how they are not having to endure the mess we are going through now in this world. Even as I miss them terribly. 

In considering anxiety, it can be the emotion that dares you. It dares you to be strong. It dares you to attempt something new. It dares you to step outside that comfort zone and actually live.

So fear not. Face the sun and feel the wind. Dare to be strong in your journey, and not afraid to chase wayward dogs in your pajamas.

Bella and I having a word on the mountain
Molly curled nose to tail, Bella attempting to appear innocent.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to April Twenty-eighth; Anxiety is Not Your Friend, or Is It?

  1. Reminds me a bit of when I had to run after Molly while wearing nothing but my bathrobe to stop her from chasing flying ducks overhead. 🙂

    • This isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with my two before I changed for the day. I’m very glad I live in the country and thanks to plants my yard is slightly more private than if I lived in a more suburban setting. But, looking back, since there were no injuries, its funny.

  2. Reg Spittle says:

    Have you heard about the book with a title like your headline? It is a good book; I wrote about it on my website. Best wishes!

  3. Thank you. I appreciate that.

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