One breezy warm day in late April a couple of Very Tired Girls landed in Central Paris. This is the tale of that day.
One breezy warm day in late April a couple of Very Tired Girls landed in Central Paris. This is the tale of that day.
I wanted two things for most of my growing up: to go to summer camp and to have a treehouse. What could be more cool than to climb to a little house high up in the tree, that was just for kids?! When my nieces and nephews wanted to show me their tree house on their back 40, there was no way in a hot Oklahoman day that I was not going to go see that. Are you kidding?
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Every time I head to a city I try to write down moments [as they happen] that make me feel: magic, beauty, emotion, laughter, and admiration. For your pleasure and perusal… and ultimately to try to convince you to visit Paris.
Anxiety is usually in capital letters in the heads of people who deal with it. It's blocky, bold, and baleful. In short, it's everything that will not be ignored or managed through common sense and reason. Common sense says, "you can trust your friends," reason points out that the reason you do is because they have proven trustworthy, and then anxiety comes along and sticks a sneaky knife in your back: "if they don't betray you outright, what if they forget about you? What if they drop the friendship because it is no longer convenient to them?"
Anxiety is unreasonable, and for those who have dealt with the chronic version of it, a formidable enemy. It's one of those intangible mental and emotional things that the rest of world labels as worry, which is somewhat correct, only it's much bigger than the occasional worry. Instead of being something you identify: "I'm worried my car is going to be an expensive repair," it becomes a general dread and unease about life.
"Something is wrong and I can't identify it."