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As I work on my anxiety I can't help but marvel at those "cocktail party girls." You know, those women who never sweat. Never have a hair out of place. And are always at the ready for a close-up. They throw their heads back in jovial laughter while getting their blood drawn. I'm screaming in my head, "I'm going to pass out if I don't get out of here!" They've never had to contemplate running out of the Post Office in a panic, for no good reason. Lucky ducks.
There was a time I was brave. Not climbing Mount Kilimanjaro brave, but brave enough. I coached a friend during her labor and delivery, at 2:00 a.m. I even took pictures.
I can be normal, even courageous. Every day I have to remind myself of this. And every day is better. Cheers to that!
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