I can certainly relate to this! If overthinking is an art then I'm Pablo Picasso. Not only do I overthink, but every thought is messy and disjointed and mutated and. . .ugly! Where's the off switch for my brain? People like me who suffer from anxiety and depression often find themselves overthinking--creating problems where none... Continue Reading →
There's something incredibly peaceful about sitting on the front porch watching and listening to an early morning spring storm roll in. It reminds one of his place in the grand scheme. It's poetic, really.
This week is the last week of the semester. Grades are due by 4:00pm on Friday. Guess what I'm doing for fun this week?
During our Advisory Period today, two girls got into a heated exchange about whether Captain America or Iron Man is "hotter." I just shook my head.
Y'all, I think I'm about to become one of those people. . . You know the people I'm talking about. The people who wear pajamas to the store! The people who end up on People of Wal-Mart. The people we--I--make fun of on Facebook. But, I think I get it now. I've been home from work... Continue Reading →