Last week I had an anxious adventure in international flight. For the first time in the history of my life (which includes many international flights), I left my passport at home. Luckily, there was someone around to swing by the house and take the passport to where I was. Still, being the “see it is to believe it” type, I needed that passport in my hands before I could take a breath. Despite the fact that I had plenty of time and that I knew the passport genie would get there very soon, I couldn’t stop fidgeting--biting my nails, looking around like a maniac, checking my phone, twisting my hair, etc. It was so bad that I was worried the airport security was going to think that I was up to some kind of nothing good. Then I remembered that I had one of my Anxiety fidget toys in my bag (on this particular occasion it was the Rizzle--check out our new video so you can see it in action!). I pulled it out.