A friend has mentioned that she keeps waiting for my angry/explosive phase of my grieving. I’m not sure if that will happen or not, but my fuse is really short right now in general. The list of things that annoys me is deep as the contents in my storage shed that I still need to go through. I’m really trying to be patient and kind. I’m trying to understand that other people are grieving too, and just because they didn’t…
I grew up going to NCSU (go pack!) games with my Dad. Every year he had season tickets to football and basketball, and I would join him at least a few times per season. We both liked basketball the best, and the reason my Dad prefers basketball to football is that he says that basketball is a momentum sport. The team’s performance swings a lot in highs and lows, and some good momentum can really turn the game around. I…
Forewarning: this post has little to no educational value and is a monologue of me whining. You have been warned. I’m kind of on the verge of losing my shit, and I think I’m going to lose it over tall boots. I know the subject of tall boots is not new to anyone who’s been around this blog for a little while, but I have reached a whole new frustration level. Let me tell you a little story: Last October…