Traveling Anxiety and the Warrior Mom Conference

The night before leaving for Boston, I had a complete meltdown.  I completely panicked and started sobbing uncontrollably.  The work week leading up to the conference was hectic for me.  I felt like I was a hamster on a wheel.  I had no time to sit and center myself before traveling.  I felt apprehensive about how the conference would be.  I was meeting some of my tribe who I had only known online.  Will I be myself? Will people like me?  What will the conference vibe be like?  I was a volunteer for the conference.  I panicked thinking that I would let Susan down.

I am so grateful that I traveled with friends to this conference.  As I started packing and bombarding my husband, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law with flying questions, I realized that I had not flown in about 8 years.  My last plane ride was down to New Orleans.  Being stopped by TSA only heightened my anxiety.  I sat and breathed through it although the anxiety sweats occurred almost immediately.  I completely forgot about the 8 oz bottle of lens cleaner for my glasses.  I use them for computer work mainly.  I was a bit annoyed that I had to toss it, but stuff happens.

Becky and Ruth were so patient with me as I stumbled a bit pulling my rolling suitcase.  The flight to Boston seemed so quick, mainly because the three of us talked nonstop.  Once we got off the plane, we met up with Jennifer.  The four of us shared a cab to meet Anne-Marie and Lauren for lunch.

In the meantime my work phone kept vibrating with messages and e-mails.  I asked Ruth to e-mail me to see if my auto reply was working.  In my haste to do all the things, I neglected to put on my out of office message.  I was mentally kicking myself.  After lunch I got settled in our hotel room, and I sat down to work for about two hours.  Normally I would not have done this because I was on vacation.  I knew that leaving all those loose ends would make my conference experience stressful and more anxiety filled if I did not complete those outstanding tasks.. I  sat down in the peace and quiet to wrap up the last remaining items to be present for the entire conference experience.

Anxiety reared its ugly head the final day of the conference.  I panicked just before facilitating a group session. I could not locate my co-facilitator, and I had to pee.  I had to apologize to my group who graciously accepted the anxiety freak out.  Thank goodness for the amazing Liz from MotherWoman who kept me focused and calm.  Anxiety is a part of me, but it does not define me.

About tranquilamama

Juggling parenthood, housework and working outside the home in the corporate world with my wonderful husband. Mom to 2 beautiful girls. PPD and PPA survivor. The title of my blog is after a phrase that was repeated to me in Spain during my semester abroad in college. It roughly translates to relax and calm down. Trying to tame my inner perfectionist and just be a good enough mom.
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3 Responses to Traveling Anxiety and the Warrior Mom Conference

  1. Ruth says:

    Perception vs. reality… two very different things. I knew when I saw you bright and early on Friday morning that you were nervous about the flight, but I didn’t pick up on the angst of meeting your tribe. Maybe because I was so nervous about meeting stranger and you already knew them.

    Traveling with you and Becky was a complete delight. So blessed to call you a friend.❤

  2. John says:

    When I first started at this job, I ended up taking two, consecutive weeks of vacation — it was wholly unintentional . . . I had a family vacation, and I took a week to cycle across the great state of Iowa (#RAGBRAI), it just happened that they were one after another.

    Now, when I head on vacation, I carve out a little bit of time, every day, to log into & respond to work. I know, if I don’t do this, I’m going to fret over whatever might be happening in my absence, and, well, I won’t be able to enjoy my vacation. At the end of a week, however, these are mere “check in and log off” events.

    Those two weeks? Well, at the end of the first week, I had actually divested myself of “work stress.” The second week was a week of pure “vacation” and it was bliss.

    I still don’t know why I haven’t tried to line up my schedule for something like this to happen again.

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