We recently went to Kohler, Wisconsin, for a three-night getaway only minutes from a toilet factory. The morning started off fine; I woke up every hour, wondering why alarm hadn’t gone off, just to realize that it was only 1:30, 2:25, 3:50. Finally, it was 4:45am, only two hours from our board time at the airport, and we kicked into action. My bag was packed, and had been so for days, so I was ready. I took my first xanax while B showered, put on the clothes I had picked out a week ago, and questioned whether I had brought the right clothes and remembered the charger I purposefully have in triplicate so I can keep it in my suitcase.Read more
When my partner suggested that we go to Wisconsin in the middle of March for a quick weekend getaway, I was not on board. I don’t like being cold, I don’t have cold clothes, I didn’t even own a pair of gloves. We normally go south, on a cruise, or somewhere on the coast, or maybe the mountains in Tennessee where you can flirt with the cold without actually being cold cold.
But here I sit in a horse-themed bar with cheese curds on the menu, and I couldn’t be happier.
I mean, this bar has CHEESE CURDS from Wisconsin. Why did I immediately think of cold and not of cheese?Read more
I don’t know when my anxiety started, but if I had to guess it was the day I lost my charm bracelet.
It was bothering me during a middle-school test, and I shoved it into my pocket. Days later, my mother asked where it was; why wasn’t I wearing something she gave me, that I was supposed to treasure and cherish and never take off no matter how much it was bothering me?Read more
One of my biggest anxiety triggers is loud noises. Car horns, lots of chatter, even the TV being a smidge too loud can set me off. I grew up in a very stressful household environment, with lots of yelling and arguing. Anything could set my parents off, from a plate falling onto the counter to a toothbrush being left out of place.
Fun times.Read more
Traveling is never really easy for me. I have a fear of flying, a fear of being late and missing my plane, a fear of forgetting something, or losing my passport, or not turning the curling iron off…I’m sure my anxiety friends understand. Heck, that’s why this blog exists.Read more
After we checked out Palm Springs, B and I spent the day in Los Angeles. I didn’t realize how large and how spread out it was. I wanted to go to a backlot tour, but I definitely did not plan properly. The moment we got near the city, we could feel the traffic congestion and the highways added lanes of traffic. I don’t like driving, and I definitely don’t like being in a car in LA.Read more
You couldn’t pay me to attend the New Years Eve ball drop in NYC again. It was crowded, there were restrictions everywhere on where you could and could not go, and the ball drop was anticlimactic.
However, the #MacysThanksgivingDayParade? I would do that again in a heartbeat.Read more