At the airport, I’m constantly checking to make sure I have all my luggage with me. I’ve been known to push my way to the front of the baggage claim carousel to make sure I get to lay eyes on my bag first. The thought of leaving the airport without all my baggage is simply intolerable.  And yet, every trip, I fall into the trap of believing that my physical luggage is the only baggage I will take with me. Maybe- just maybe- nothing else will follow me from home. None of my anxieties, my problems, the things I have to deal with.