
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.

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.

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.

Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve missed something? That it’s slipping through the cracks to the realm of the forgotten? The abyss of nothingness? And the worst part: you can’t even pinpoint what it is—a Remembrall won’t help here. That feeling is frustrating to no end and sends my anxiety into hyperdrive.

In October of last year, I was finally ready to query my manuscript. At this point, it had gone through two editors, eleven versions, numerous people in critique groups, and more hours than I care to count. Needless to say, it’s been through the fire but (hopefully) came out in its purest form. And while I wait with bitten fingernails to hear back from agents, project number two must begin… Grab cheeks and queue Macaulay Culkin’s character in Home Alone—AAHHH!!!

I live in central Texas. We’re lucky if we get a dusting of snow every few years. But what we saw this past Sunday was nothing short of amazing.

I put off starting a blog for a long time. One reason is I wondered if I’d be able to keep up with it (we’ll find out soon enough). Another reason is content. Would I have anything worthwhile to say? And even if I do, what if I can’t think of a topic on any given day? Moment of honesty: I actually have that worry every single week.
One of my favorite quotes comes from Raymond Reddington, one of the main characters on NBC’s The Blacklist: “There is nothing that can take the pain away. But eventually you will find a way to live with it. There will be nightmares. And every day when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day, it will be the second thing.”