The Friday Five!
Anxiety and miniatures and bears, oh my
It’s 7am and I just went out to check on my birds and the pole was down, feeders flung all over the place. My first thought was: BEAR? Second: no, probably a possum. Maybe a raccoon. But a bear has been spotted by our neighbors and ever since my husband is DETERMINED to see one. The other day we were driving past the swing set and I saw the biggest hawk ever. I was like, “LOOK!” and he got all excited thinking it was a bear. I can’t deliver a bear. I can’t even get anyone to answer my phone calls. But I can pick up my feeders and try again.
Truth: my doomscrolling, FOMO and anxiety has been HIGH this summer. (I have had anxiety since I was in high school. It is like a loud voice who lives rent free in my head. Meds help. So does therapy. But it always there.) So I decided to jump over to Duolingo and start learning Spanish. Now rather than feeling panicky I am learning how to ask for the check and introduce family. I was listening to 90 Day the other day while cleaning and I thought, “He just said excuse me, I’m sorry!” Disculpe, lo siento? Of course the first thing I know is how to apologize. SO ON BRAND.
I *did* manage to make a reel this week, which for me is basically as hard as splitting an atom. You folks who do this all day, each day: you are rock stars. I have about a hundred pages I wrote up years ago of stuff like this, quotes, and stories about the stories. Might be fun to share more of it?
My weird miniature making continues. It’s a beloved hobby when you can’t explain it but also can’t imagine not doing it. (Note: I do not create these amazing little foods! They are made by incredibly talented people on Etsy.) Last night, we went out to dinner to a Mexican place and I brought the one below along to show my brother. Then I had a glass of wine and decided to leave it with the tip. They were probably confused. I brought one to my mechanic the other day. My yoga teacher. The owner of one of my fave restaurants. By end of summer I will have left a trail around Chapel Hill. At least they are not taking up much space.
Finally, I don’t know if it’s just me, but there are a lot of BIG feelings out there lately. Changes. Things ending, both by choice and not, and beginnings that are bumpy and scary. I keep reminding myself that we aren’t here to have perfect lives, it’s the ups and downs and a million in betweens that are really our story. And that sometimes, all you can do is take a deep breath, hold on, and wait to find yourself on your feet again. Because you will.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
