“Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I” wrote US songwriter Lorenz Hart about the feeling of infatuation. It’s blissful and euphoric, as we all know. But it’s also addicting, messy and blinding. Without careful monitoring, its wild wind can rage through your life leaving you much like the lyrics of a country song: without a wife, […]
Dear Beyond Blue readers,
I can guarantee you that you are in fact at a better place in life than I am at this moment. Because I am currently driving eight hours up to Boston in a medium-sized car with two energetic and spirited children (ages 3 and 6) in the backseat fighting over which movie to watch in the portable DVD player that I told Eric we would never buy and telling us that we should have stopped at the rest area that we just passed because the evacuation is almost complete.
Why do I torture myself so?
As I mentioned in a prior post, one of the activities this weekend will be to shop for a doll to represent the scared, little Therese–so that I have a visual aid to use when I panic, and when my amygdala, my brain’s fear system, hosts the keg parties.
So this is all that I’m writing today. But I’ll be back next week.
Happy Weekend to all of you, and please pray to St. Joseph for us to make it back in one automobile, preferably one that has four tires. Thank you.