And the Thunder Rolls.....

I believe it must be a true fact that I have anxiety.  I mean, I am not 100 percent sure - but I believe it has to be so.  And here is why I say this - well, here is my reason today - tomorrow it could be completely different.  But when I hear the word "tornado", "earthquake", "severe thunderstorm warming", or "hurricane" - I feel like I could puke.  Storms give me a crazy amount of fear - but let me tell ya something else?  I am obsessed with them.  I google them.  I research them.  Maybe it's because I feel like the more I know the safer I will be?  Definitely not true.

So today, not only did I feel sick, I was a nervous wreck over these "wicked" storms that were coming. I worry about the kids being scared - I worry about wrecks - trees fallen -  you name it.  And I am married to a man whom none of this phases.  I don't get it.  And I am sure, as a side note, that I drive him bonkers - because I call him about 4 times an hour to make sure he is okay.

He used to live in Florida - and has been through hurricanes - and get this - he is one of the crazies that stayed during a hurricane!!!!  I forget which, but that just doesn't make sense to me.  I feel like evacuating when there is one in Virginia Beach - and I am 3 hours away from there.  Not long ago, we went to an Orioles game - and that night - on the way home - there was freak microburst.  I was freaking out- and he was cool as a cucumber while big trees flew in front of us and the interstate was bright green from all the leaves and debris.  All he kept saying was, "I have driven through worse, Kristie.  Calm down. You don't want to wake the kids up - then they will be scared."  And he was absolutely right.

Now, I know this all seems completely random - and in a way it is - but here is a question that I pose to you.  What makes some of us panicky over somethings, and others as calm as can be? I know it's not a lack of faith -- because I have that.  I just really don't want to be impaled by a tree trunk.  And, do we work on these fears, or just let them be part of us?  I mean, is that something that just is part of who we are?  Just wondering.

And here is a bonus, I am talking to him on the phone right now - and asked him a name - and he said, "Have you ever been through one?  They are fun!" - and I say again, he's not right. But I love him. :-)