There's a game I play in my head sometimes. Let's call it "The Hunt for Red October."
Anxiety hits and I go full submarine warfare. Red alarms. All hands on deck. I'm running through every IF/ELSE statement in my brain like I'm debugging production at 3am. Except I already know the output. I've run this exact script a thousand times. Nothing has changed. The inputs are the same. The logic is the same. But somehow I'm convinced this time the tests will fail.
Thirty minutes later, the enemy isn't coming. The water is fine. We surface, stand down, go back to pretending we're normal.
Anxiety is a bitch. But it's also a weird gift. A recurring reminder that life is short and most of my emergencies are just my own brain running chaos engineering on itself. Without authorization. On prod.
❤️
Jake