By the time you are reading this, I will probably be somewhere on the road between Paris and Milan with my good friend and some good music at the start of our epic Italy road trip. I figured since my normal Wednesday post would be pre-empted by a travel day, I’d pre-write it! I’m such
Happy Friday, Readers! It’s a wet, wet day here in San Francisco, but I’m safely in the office and the coffee is hot! I thought I’d take a minute today and talk about one of the “issues” I battle everyday. See, I’m an agoraphobic. Taken literally, the translation from the greek means “fear of the
I have a form of agoraphobia. I’ve stopped saying “mild agoraphobia” because then it gets dismissed as not a problem and then people don’t understand why I have days like today. Today, I woke up feeling anxious. My heart was beating fast, and when I thought about leaving the house, the beat picked up momentum.