I was supposed to travel on my own this weekend for a short trip. I'm usually anxious to travel, and especially when flying, but I've always powered through. This week I was dreading the trip. It was a short turnaround trip to do something Saturday afternoon for fun and come back Sunday. And I just kept dreading it. Then last night I had a really bad dream about a loved one passing away and I got more freaked out for some reason. So 30 minutes before I was supposed to leave the house to catch my flight today, I canceled the trip. I told my wife I was just scared and anxious. Thankfully, she doesn't think I'm crazy. I've never done this before. Like I fly for work. Something about this trip just kicked the anxiety into another gear.
I'm a little ashamed I did it. But also a little relieved.
Don't know what the point of this post is. Just shouting into the ether, I guess.