Went for a late afternoon cycle along the towpath and onto the marshes. Busy with walkers, joggers, cyclists and families making the most of the respite from the rain.
Have been unaccountably anxious all day - just fretting about everything I've ever fretted about in some kind of mother of all worrying fits. Probably end of the long holiday blues and getting anxious about a short break coming up and leaving behind mum and flat issues.
3 good things
1. Thinking about exhibitions to go to in Paris.
2. Picard season 3 turning out to be quite thrilling.
3. Sunshine after the rain.
Oh dear poor you….worrying is so depressing & tiring! I think as you get older you do worry more….I find that anyway. St John’s Wort is supposed to be good for anxiety. Your usual lovely reflections.
It's a fabulous shot! My dad always says 'You die if you worry, and you die if you don't, so why worry?'. It's never stopped me worrying though. I am a chief of worry bugs, so I totally understand. Hope your anxiety fades though. x
@cocokinetic@kjarn this family is from the local ultra-orthodox Jewish community and the men often wear this distinctive headgear. I'm not aware of what it particularly signifies, should look it up.
It’s an awful sensation, that anxiety; maybe the Paris trip will perhaps help break the cycle of anxiousness and worry.
My grandmother's response to worry was to say 'I have had many worries, most of which have never happened!'.