The only time I’ve ever been able to say, “I have anxiety,” was about 10 years ago, and I know why. But for the last two weeks, my anxiety has been palpable and I have no clue why. Work is busy but great. Home life is great. My kids are thriving. I have no reason to be anxious in my little corner of the world.

Except perhaps—and I came to this realization literally as I was writing this post—¹the state of the world in general is causing it? It would be a first if something wholly out of my control were to be causing me to be anxious. And yet…