Anxiety about mundane things

Yesterday evening during a session of walking meditation, I noticed anxiety about looking at the clock, putting away my clothes, and changing my clothes. I'd vaguely noticed these anxieties before but had never looked closely at them. In fact, I'd been subtly chiding myself each time I felt them. The anxieties regarding the clock and the putting away of clothes seemed to be about noticing the passage of time, my progress towards death. The anxiety about changing clothes, perhaps about exposure, vulnerability.