Living In a Cardboard Box
Reason for post name: Charlie found out we were going to a tiny home so she kept asking for 24 hours prior to going “if we were excited to go live in a box!” Mark of course ran with it and played her the song “Living in a cardboard box.” I will admit, I am a lot. Anytime there’s a holiday, extra time off, or downtime I want to go. I want to explore. I want to Eat Pray Love. Sometimes I want to do those things on my own and sometimes, well most of the time, I want to do them with family. Lately I have wanted to go alone and have been jealous that my sister went away. I have had a lot of feelings, interactions, dreams, and stress that has been eating at me. I haven’t felt at peace for a bit of time and sometimes I feel like I am going to melt with all the high levels of stress. I don’t know why but on the outside I am playing it cool so I am not sure of anyone realizes how busy my brain is. It takes a lot to quiet it. Most of the time it takes wine or lots of alone time ...