My partner wanted to go to Bristol to see an art exhibition and found out that a local coach company was going to Bristol today. So we booked coach and exhibition. After that, anxiety kicked in, because of my partial disability. Walking any distance is difficult , so I e mailed the art gallery for the numbers of local taxi companies. Then more irrational fears niggled…would I die on the journey or fall ill? What about my mid day nap? Did I really want to go?
Of course I went. Giving in to fear solves nothing and my partner has enough to cope with. To cut a long story short, it was fine. I even managed stairs to the third floor because the lift was out of order. So another challenge met, but it was a stimulating day, although very tiring.