I don’t know about everyone else, but for me, the holidays this year are rolling through faster than the Polar Express goes down that massive ice-covered hill on the way to the North Pole.
It was a Friday evening, and I stood rummaging through my overflowing closet of clothes, looking for a fall-but-not-too-fall outfit for a harvest festival my husband and I would be attending on Saturday, a tradition that ushers in autumn.
I had my first anxiety attack when I was in my late 20s. I felt breathless, my arms and legs tingled, and I had the strangest sensation to run, yet I was paralyzed in fear.
Young people today have a knack for traveling. I have a close friend from college who will soon successfully complete her 30 countries before 30 personal challenge.