Pickles & Manchego Cheese
I still throw tantrums. It's embarassing but I guess there's so much pain, guilt, and grief inside of me that I have the need for a good 30 minute cry every so often. In those moments, I feel like the world is falling apart -- and I'm right at the center of it. My mom was pretty familiar with them. She would always tell me, "te ahogas en un vaso de agua."1 I've started labeling them as little tantrums. They're uncontrollable.. sometimes it's best to leave me alone even though all I want is the opposite.
This weekend was no different. It's kind of being built into my Saturday routine. I don't know if it's my anxiety feeling too calm or the blues that Sunday is the next day, and then back to the same work schedule the day after.
Around my little tantrums, I enjoy keeping my weekends simple. It's becoming our thing to visit the library and local farmer's market. This week, we picked up pickles and manchego cheese and they've been the perfect snack.
I try to hang on to those little moments of joy more than I do of those little tanturms.
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Translates to: You drown yourself with a glass of water.↩