With nowhere to go, gotta shake this anxiety

So far the only downside to my fabulous, new apartment is the less than fabulous underground parking lot. Yes, I know that I am lucky even to have one of the few spots that exist in the building, but let me tell you...pulling in and out of my tiny designated area is enough to bring on a massive anxiety attack. So much so, that I contemplated parking several blocks away and walking with all of my newly purchased Ikea goodies in tow, upon arriving home last night from my shopping spree. I feel like Austin Powers trying to maneuver my car around in there. If anybody has been watching me, I can guarantee you that they have also been wetting their pants. It doesn't help that my space is beside a concrete wall, or that there's an old washing machine waiting to be disposed of right where I need to back up to. I am hoping that with practise, I will get more comfortable with how tight it is in there. My driving and parking skills are definitely being tested here folks, and I can only hope that I will be able to slide out with the greatest of ease before too long. Until I become an expert, slow-slow-slow is the key. I did end up edging my way into my spot last night and I also managed to break out of it without hitting anything this morning. In my nightmare last night though, I certainly caused a ruckus, as my car went bombing backward, completely out of control and I was smashing into things left, right and centre. I watched my little Jetta smoke that silver car beside me over and over and over again, as though it were on repeat. Finally, I awoke in a cold sweat, relieved that I hadn't actually demolished the entire parking garage.

Yet again, I prove the point that if there is something to stress about, I will find it and I will let it affect me. The small stuff, I know. The irony is, I really do have so much to smile about right now.