Do you panic?
May 11, 2017

Once upon a time I had a panic attack. I’d never heard the term, so I didn’t know to call it that. But there was something about the heart-attack-like feeling that made me not trust it.

The Plaza in Kansas City was the backdrop. It was a beautiful day, I was armed with gift certificates -- before gift cards became the thing -- and there was nothing to do but bask in a few hours to myself. I mean, what could be lovelier? Then, suddenly, at an intersection and out of nowhere, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

For the first and last time in my life, I didn’t panic. I waited it out. It passed quickly. As the years went by and I read up on people who’d shared a similar experience, I congratulated myself at not giving in to the panic. It happens once or twice a year now, and I ride it out as expertly as I did that first time.

Which is hilarious. I aspire to be relaxed, low drama, all of it. And I get better every day, thanks to a great diet and lots of exercise and plenty of sleep (blah blah). But this laid-back about a scary-feeling feeling? Like I said: hilarious.

The next time you’re sure the world is ending, give it a minute. You might be wrong!