I’m a graduate from The University of Texas at Austin, but I didn’t major in either English or Creative Writing. In fact, I wasn’t even in the School of Liberal Arts (“school” is how the university subdivides their specialties). Believe it or not, I was part of the Business School.
Wow! What a week it’s been. Actually, for me, it’s been a crazy couple of weeks. You might recall from my Wednesday Lift the week before last that I talked about having a nasty cold and cutting yourself some slack. At the time, a cold is all I thought it was. Turns out, the day after I posted it, I found out it wasn’t a cold, but COVID.
We are now on day five of no running water in the house, and our supply of bottle water is quickly dwindling. Our bathtubs are filled with melted snow so we can flush the toilets, but it’s a far cry from being potable.
This is my bathtub, and no, those aren’t bubbles. That’s a heaping pile of snow…
Last month, I told you how we beat the odds and had this amazing day of snow; remember, I live in central Texas—a dusting every few years is a big deal to us. Two days ago, we had a snowstorm that blew the one last month out of the park. And with it came some unexpected challenges.
Hello everyone! It’s Monday, and that means it’s time for another Boldness in the Face of Anxiety post. I guess it’s fitting because right now, my anxiety is pretty high.
I grew up believing that you’d go to Hell if you got a tattoo. Today, not only do I refute that declaration, but I want a tattoo, myself. And plan to get it.
So, I’ve been sick since Saturday. No, it isn’t COVID, but I do have a nasty cold and have felt miserable for the last four days.
Painting can be a fun way to relax. Spreading acrylics all over the canvas. Swirling two colors together. There’s just something so satisfying about that. But at the same time, it can also be a cause of great anxiety for me.
I am a lifelong nail biter. I know, it’s hard to believe that someone with anxiety would actually do that, but it’s true.
