Last week was the fourth week. What that means is that in addition to managing my anxiety, I also have to deal with emotions that are already on high alert the rest of the month. I feel like a teenager who is having her first bout with PMS. Barbecue chips and dark chocolate better be… Continue reading Reading About Anxiety is Giving Me Anxiety and I Can’t Stop Looking at My Jaw
There were many a Saturday morning during my childhood where I would wake to the sweet smell of Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls with frosting (if I was lucky I would get the packet with the leftover goodness). Then my mom would take my sister and I to the nearby town of Colton to visit the auction,… Continue reading Sunday
As I approached my 40s, articles would preach that I was going to stop caring what others thought and start to live my life the way I wanted to as soon as I had that momentous 40th birthday. Buzzfeed wanted me to know that I would be living my best life once I hit the… Continue reading I’m Still Not Eating the Kale
Happy New Year! (2 weeks late, I know I know) Instead of making New Year's resolutions this year, I have made a to do list. As a Monica-from-Friends Type A personality, I love checklists and making my little checks, stars, or cross outs once I have completed a task, no matter how small. Instead of… Continue reading Does My Anxiety Make Me Type A or Does My Type A Personality Give Me Anxiety?
The older I get, the more the cliché rings true: Time flies. For once, I am glad 2017 flew by. There is the government and its unending mission to destroy those who need help, numerous personal life changes, and my kids refuse to stop growing no matter what I say. I am grateful, lucky, and… Continue reading Friday Favorites: We Survived 2017
I hurried up to the line to get in, feeling the vibration of the music playing. I got behind two boys who looked a couple of years older than me and hoped they wouldn’t turn around to look at my family. Dad came up a moment later and gruffly said, “Stay here.” I nodded and… Continue reading Can You Tell I Don’t Know the Words?
She walks into the store with its overcrowded t-stands, trying not to be overwhelmed by all the loud graphic tees, bright prints, and her beloved stripes. She considers putting on her sunglasses to block out the fluorescent lights. She picks up a pair of jeggings, admires the color and softness, and sighs. She decides she’s… Continue reading Mrs. Roper’s Muumuu