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I think the summary I just wrote pretty much summarizes what I'm thinking about right now. Sometimes I just get anxious, and I don't understand why.

In my head, I'm reviewing the worst possible outcome of scenarios that haven't happened yet. And my first reaction is always one of anxiety.

But taking a step back, and logically thinking about things: what's really the worst that can happen here? The logicaly outcome never seems as bad -- it's always my imagination that dreads the worst.

I'm being vague. Yeah, it's on purpose. I'm not even sure why I'm writing, but I'd like to think that, from years on out, I'll remember what I'm vaguely talking about, and think to myself, "Oh yeah. That happened. I was so dumb!", and I'll feel better about myself because I'm in a better place.

But for now: I'm anxious. It flares up from time to time, and I can't wait for it to be over.

Let's see, notable things that have happened:

• hung out with Shirley & Sean
• hung out with Sean; we saw sea lions and stuff

Hopefully I can place my feelings relative to when these events happened

Sea Lions!!

Muir Woods!