Traveling in Public

Morning, Lovelies! It's obscenely early, and I don't really have a long time to write, but it's been kind of a long time since I DID write, so I felt obliged:) I'm up this early because I am soon to take the train to Chicago for a short, sweet, marvelous weekend with friends and family. Just now I was terribly surprised when I called for a cab and said "I'm going to the train station" not to get the standard follow-up question of "where's that?" So often public transit is like another language to those with a car. The train station might as well be on the moon, for all most people know of where it is and how to cope without their own personal vehicle. Maybe that makes me and the like-minded unique. We've seen what life is like when it's up to you; there's no computer in your hand connecting you to someone's comfy car to whisk you anywhere you want to go, as with an Uber or a Lyft. You have to figure things out for yourself, and work a little harder to get from A to B. The transition from A to B are indeed the worst part of my trips to Chicago--for me! Because I am who I am, I invariably overthink everything, and fret that my ride to the train won't show up, or it'll show up late, or it'll be unduly stressful, and then I'll end up missing my train and have to cancel all my plans and miss time with my loved ones:( Trying to re-train my brain NOT to immediately go to a worst-case scenario. I know that would increase my enjoyment! Well, a short-but-sweet entry begins my weekend; how appropriate! If I let myself, and don't steal my own joy, I get really excited! Everyone be safe:)