Painkillers. Something we use or consume or do in order to kill the pain. We’ve all got ’em, right? “They” say that we use these painkillers in order provide a temporary relief from the pain that we feel. One of mine, surprisingly, is shopping. Currently, Gregg and I do not have the expendable income to spend tons of money. So, to get around this hiccup of no money and still kill the pain, I go to the library. This week, when I went for a visit to the world of free books, I decided that I would get as many books as I wanted: 4 plus one book on tape. Ambitious, I know. And a free way to kill the pain. I’m being dramatic. We don’t have internet at our house, so earlier this week I went to a coffee shop for 7 hours. I needed to kill the pain of computer-staring.
One time I told Gregg, in jest, that I want to be a stay-at-home-mom without the kids.
I’m very competitive. There’s a card game called Contract Rummy that I refuse to play. Our best friends in Knoxville taught us the game. Its 60% luck and 40% strategy. I always lose, always do poorly. I like the game, but I hate losing, so I refuse to play.
This competitiveness is present in life, too. Last week I was talking about blog envy. I think I have life envy, too.
I’m embracing the TV watching now. I’ve almost finished knitting my first sweater. Just in time for Spring.
So, I mentioned that we don’t have internet. I’ve been known to sit in the parking lot of a coffee shop in my car and steal (is it really stealing?) internet access so that I don’t have to go in and buy something.
I want to be an artist. I want to paint and write and make things. And I want to get paid for it.
I used to hate talking on the phone. But, lately, the phone has been my lifeline to people that care about me and to people that I care about.
I feel better after this week’s confession than I did after last week’s. Thanks E.