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.
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.
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.