The strangest thing about anxiety (for me) is when it flares up and when it doesn't. I scraped my right front tire on a metal piece in a curb and it's now flat. Fortunately I was around the corner from the apartment building. So I called my roadside service, they're dispatching someone to put the spare on. In the meantime, I scheduled an appt with the Firestone store in the morning. Will get a new tire then be on my way.
I'm not happy about this, but I'm not anxious.
I think my anxiety springs up with unknowns more than anything else.
Go figure.