I am an anxious traveler. The last time I left the country, I spent the night before my flight wide eyed in bed and picturing the distance between Utah and Argentina – my destination – and feeling like I was sliding off the earth. As if gravity had given up on me and loosed me into space.  I am about to embark on another international adventure. I’m feeling anxious but, for some reason, that anxiety is manifesting as a panic I have never experienced before. This is what it is saying to me: “I’m going to France. What the heck am I going to wear?!” This makes no sense. A.)…