What’s Going on in There?!
How fitting?... The Smith’s How Soon is Now softly plays on the radio of the truck I’m sitting in as I begrudgingly scold myself over and over again for allowing the anxiety in my head to physically affect my stomach in the form of butterflies, knots, or whatever the medical community calls the twisting sensation that creates severe discomfort in one’s gut. I hopelessly attempt to make my brain accept that nothing I do or feel in the cab of this pick up can change the outcome of what happens in the building I’m nervously staring at... Suddenly a FaceTime...