First - disclaimer. The entire country is falling apart. Our political situation is terrifying. Innocent men are murdered on the streets. There's real work to do. I get that and want to be part of it.
BUT Anxiety Girl needs to calm herself during these stressful times. She often does this by setting goals. (Evidently she sometimes does this by referring to herself in the third person. Sorry. )
Goal One: Street Walking. No, not that kind. Mike and I, having gotten incredibly tired of walking our own neighborhood, are now committed to walking every single street in Chappaqua. We found an old street map during the great Covid Basement Clean Out, and every day, Mike takes a light blue highlighter and marks the streets we've covered.
Does this count as a real goal? It's completely made up and in what way is it an accomplishment? Yet, it's oddly satisfying. We have a purpose! It's more than getting fresh air and exercise. We're on a mission.
Goal Two is far worse: my pursuit of gold trophies in the online word game "Word Streak." I think I've written about this addiction before. Every weekend I play strangers in a tournament. Results are revealed at 11 pm on Sunday night. (Not that anyone would be playing games on their iPad in bed at that hour, frantically searching for words as the minutes tick down.) Once, months ago, I came in first. For the last three weeks, I've come in seventh.
It's not even a real gold trophy. It's an electronic image of a gold trophy. I doesn't even have my real name on it. My game nom de plume is ...well, best not to mention it here. And yet I spend hours, waste hours, pursuing this completely ephemeral award.
What's wrong with me?