Who Do You Spend the Most Time With?

My first answer was going to be anxiety.

Honestly, it seemed only fair.

That little gremlin has accompanied me to grocery stores, doctor appointments, awkward social situations, random 2:17 a.m. thoughts, and approximately every moment in history when my brain has decided that a completely normal event was actually the beginning of the apocalypse.

We’ve spent a lot of time together.

Unfortunately, anxiety is a terrible conversationalist.

It mostly asks questions it already knows the answer to.

“Are you sure?”

“What if?”

“But have you considered the worst possible outcome?”

No. Thank you. Very helpful.

Still, if we’re talking strictly about hours logged, anxiety has probably earned employee-of-the-month several years in a row.

But if I’m being serious, the person I spend the most time with is my husband, Judah.

Life isn’t always exciting. Most of it is made up of ordinary moments. Running errands. Watching movies. Eating dinner. Sitting in the same room doing completely different things while occasionally saying, “Hey, look at this.”

And somehow those ordinary moments add up.

He’s seen me at my best and my worst. He’s seen me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe and panic over things that made absolutely no sense five minutes later. He’s listened to my endless ideas, my writing projects, my worries, my plans, and probably more random facts than any human should ever be required to hear.

The funny thing about spending the most time with someone is that it isn’t usually the big moments you remember.

It’s the little ones.

The inside jokes.

The routines.

The conversations that start somewhere sensible and end somewhere completely unhinged.

So yes, anxiety probably thinks it’s winning.

But Judah gets more of my attention, more of my laughter, and definitely better seating arrangements.

Sorry, anxiety.

Second place is still impressive.

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Footnote: Anxiety would like the record to reflect that it has worked tirelessly for years, often nights, weekends, and holidays. Management acknowledges its dedication but remains concerned about its tendency to create emergencies out of absolutely nothing. Employee counseling is ongoing. 🏆💀