On Our Way To Crazy

Julie(tte) tagged me to write about seven things I haven’t written about on here before. Challenge!

1. I am obsessed with ballet flats. Obsessed. I have them in every color. I have four black pairs. I have some with polka dots, some with flowers, even some that are so shiny silver that they look like that goo in Flight of the Navigator that turned into the stairs when that kid opened up the spaceship. And every time I am out shopping I want to buy more. Like these. And these. And these.

2. I really, really miss my family. A lot. I love living in Nashville and can’t really imagine being anywhere else. But I miss my parents and my sister. I keep seeing girls my age shopping with their moms and it makes me sad. We are doing major renovation work on our youth house that I know my dad would love to help with. I want to spend a random afternoon icing sugar cookies and watching Gilmore Girls reruns with my sister. I don’t want to leave Nashville, I just wish those things were closer to me.

3. I read a lot of food blogs and tear a lot of recipes out of magazines, but when it comes down to it we pretty much eat spaghetti, green chicken and breakfast for dinner when we eat at home. More often than not, it’s Kalamatas. Or Five Guys. Or Baja Burrito. And I’m okay with that. I have relieved myself of the pressure to be an amazing food planner. I can cook just fine. I just don’t want to.

4. I ran track in high school. I was pretty good, too, for a white girl sprinter. I ran the anchor leg on all three relays, and we made it to the regional meet every year. I always played and enjoyed sports, but track was the only one that I had any real success with. It was fun to be good at it.

5. I have panic and anxiety issues. They are generally medical in nature, but about a year ago I could feel them encroaching on other areas of my life. I was planning escape routes at the movie theater. I couldn’t sleep some nights. Because I didn’t want it to get to the point where I just stopped going out at all, I started seeing a counselor. And y’all? It has been amazing. My problems are nowhere near gone, and they won’t ever totally go away, but I am learning how to deal with them. I have tools to help me manage my thoughts when situations arise. I feel moderately equipped to go out in public. And I have decided that everyone should spend some time in counseling, whether they have identifiable issues or not. It’s been so helpful for me to gain perspective on my world and learn to pay attention to how I think.

6. I am married to a man with whom I have very little in common, at least when it comes to the little things. We don’t generally like the same movies, music, food or books. There’s a lot of common ground, but we veer off onto very different paths. Our very favorites in all of those categories are pretty different.

7. I am less scared of having kids than I ever have been. I am still completely terrified by the pregnancy and birth process, and it will be a while before I get to where I can really consider it as an actual thing I could maybe do. But the part where maybe a baby or a kid would live in our house and be dependent on us for food and shelter and guidance? Slightly less scary. We don’t really know where we would put it, though. Good thing it’s still not happening quite yet. (Sorry, dad.)