I am a warrior of sorts.

The Warrior Queen of Worry.

I am so happy lately that I cannot enjoy my bliss because I am awaiting darkness.

I am going to blame Queen E.

She was the Queen of worrying and like toxins in the air I have absorbed this malady.

I have one week left in Florida.

There are aspects of my life here that I revel in.

I adore waking before sunrise, finding my way in the dark onto the open patio and enjoying the solitude while imbibing my first cup of coffee in my colorful, happiness inducing Italian mug.

The beach is so accessible, the water warm and turquoise, parking a breeze because I buy an annual pass and with a bit of physical effort you can easily remove yourself from the masses who will not trudge down the beach as I do, laden with beach paraphernalia.

I enjoy 6pm workouts when the gym is empty and then heading to the Splash Bar in gym clothes, savoring a club pour Chopin on the rocks with blue cheese olives or an Aperol Spritz. We then order takeout and eat outside at the bar by the shimmering pool.

Come on, she says to self, don’t worry be happy and enjoy this week…live joyously in the moment.

Hello, it’s me…anyone else suffer from the waiting for the other shoe to drop malady?