The Sky is Falling

One of my greatest fears are earthquakes. Growing up and only ever living in Orange County has exposed me to many over the years. Thankfully, there has never been any damage, and the bigger ones have been in the early hours of the day, or on weekends.

Today, Mexicali, Mexico was the epicenter of a 7.2 quake that was felt as far north as Los Angeles, as well as in Arizona and Nevada. It was the first time I've been in a car and felt that rolling, wave-like motion, where I am convinced a crevice is going to open up and we are all going to fall to the center of the earth. Yes, I am a worrier.

I know that I cannot live my life in fear, but these crazy earthquakes around the world really have me developing wrinkles at an early age. I also know that I live in California, where you go through school doing earthquake drills and it's just our geological makeup. The midwest experiences tornadoes, the south hurricanes, the northeast blizzards, and the pacific northwest rains. It is what it is. There is no perfect place to live (though I still don't understand as California sinks into the ocean through earthquakes or debt, more and more people continue to flock here.)

Nobody likes a Chicken Little, as there are more important things to worry about, like do I want to paint my toes a flirty pink or bright berry. But, these Nostradamus types still manage to get to me. I suppose this is an instance where I just can't watch those Discovery Channel shows. Just like I was forbidden to watch Rescue 911 many years ago. I was developing an ulcer at 9.