The moai of Rapa Nui

A longstanding fascination of mine is Easter Island in the Pacific Ocean.
I admire the moai of Rapa Nui. The Rapanui people carved those gigantic statues beginning around 1100.
I will never visit the moai, but I feel a strong kinship with the statues as though they were actual people. I catch myself imagining a strong Pacific wind, as I stand near a giant moai and stare at its face while the sun traverses the noonday sky. I imagine that moment so often that it starts to feel like a memory.
Virtual travel.
The brain is a marvel.

Anxiety brain

Yesterday's trip to Toronto went so well, and I had a lovely time visiting with wonderful women in the scholarly publishing field.
The journey there and back on the GO bus was fine.
I don't think I said anything inappropriate, and I even got a few chuckles during lunch.
A successful day.
As my logical brain knew it would be: it's not the first time I've traveled to Toronto, of course. So why was my anxiety brain giving me such grief for three days leading up to this Biz Lunch Adventure? It sure isn't logical, as G said.
I wish I could turn it off sometimes. I have not yet come to a place where I can embrace my anxiety brain as part of me that needs love too. My love. I want to love all of me. Maybe someday.