Are You a Worrier?

I’d love to say that I don’t ever fall into worry but that just wouldn’t be true.
In my experience, it really depends on the situation. Sometimes I surprise myself with a carefree attitude – it is what it is; I have no power over the situation so I’ll let it go, etc. etc. Those experiences are so freeing and it makes me wonder why I even bother worrying about anything ever. And then three minutes later I find myself worrying over the most minuscule detail that nobody in the world – save me – would care about.
Recently I’ve been experiencing a new thing – the night-time worry. I’ve never really been one to wake up in the middle of the night, but the last week or so has been different. I’ll wake up for some reason or another and my brain leaps into action:
There is so much to do before we move! Are we missing an important to-do item? What if I can’t find a job in Alabama? Am I a good wife? What bad habits have I developed since getting married? Why does the heater sound like a dying whale every time it kicks on? Can a heating unit explode? Maybe I should wake The Engineer to ask him…
Somehow life seems a little more … well, nerve wracking at night, am I right? Yet in the morning life seems fresh and any basis for worry is easily rationalized away.  I’ve found that diving into prayer is one of the most soothing ways to calm not only the over-active brain but also the knot-filled spirit.
It’s a mixed bag, this worry. While it causes a bit of sleeplessness, it also drives me right into the arms of the Lord. Which is where I’m pretty sure He wants me to be.
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To Everything, Add Bourbon

To Everything, Add Bourbon

It’s only mid-November but that apparently means nothing to Kentucky because it snowed last night. It. SNOWED. I’ve been indoors all day long trying to stay warm… not because I’m a snow-hater but because I left almost anything resembling winter clothing back in California. “This winter coat will serve me the best if I put it in storage” is what I said to myself in August.

Turns out, my pre-wedding brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders in August so here I am in Kentucky looking and feeling a little bit out of place. Thankfully The Engineer wears nice thick socks and now I do too! The what’s mine is yours mentality works in my favor sometimes.

This post is not about snow! It’s about bourbon, sort of. But first: moving!
We’re moving next week. It kind of snuck up on us in the way upcoming events sometimes do. The last month has been filled with all the move-related tasks. We’ve traveled back and forth between Alabama and Kentucky, walked through homes and apartments, engaged in countless financial conversations, asked the all important question “what would Dave Ramsey do?,” made a final decision, and filled out paperwork. It’s been… exciting? (Also applicable: tiring, nerve-wracking, adventurous, nauseating, fun. I don’t know how those can all apply to the same thing, but they do and I won’t question it.)

Amid the moving-extravaganza, The Engineer and I have been trying to check off ALL THE THINGS we wanted to do in Kentucky before moving. We’ve procrastinated a little bit up till this point… but in our defense, we thought we had one more month in which to complete said checklist! The most important thing for us to accomplish is the Kentucky Bourbon Trail.

ohh, so that’s how bourbon fits into this. Now it makes sense. Wait, what’s a bourbon trail? – you
Kentucky is famous for two things: horses and bourbon. There could be more, but from an outsider’s perspective (mine) those two take the cake. The bourbon distilleries have created this thing called The Bourbon Trail to make it even more official. I was given a little passport booklet at the first distillery we visited which is to be stamped at every other distillery on their list in order to win a free t-shirt. It’s a very serious undertaking.
We’ve visited five of the eight distilleries so far and gathered quite the collection of bourbon along the way. I’ve even started a Pinterest board solely dedicated to things I can make with bourbon. Bourbon cocktails, bourbon brownies, bourbon hot chocolate, bourbon whipped-cream, bourbon caramel, bourbon BBQ sauce, etc. etc.
If you have any delicious bourbon concoctions up your sleeve, by all means please let me know! In the meantime, I’ll be drinking it straight on the rocks – or perhaps as a snowcone? – while packing up our life in Kentucky. And you won’t find me complaining about it.