dual personalities

I did not want to get up this morning. I woke up several times in the middle of the night thinking. And I’ve started doing this new thing where I wake up at 6 a.m. and then don’t really start to fall asleep again until it’s time to get up. It’s not great.

But, I did eventually get up to face the day. I decided to make a cup of coffee for a change and put it in a pretty cup and saucer.

And I don’t know if it was the blue and white china or the caffeine, but it did make me feel better.

For work today, I got to take a road trip to Knob Noster because the bossman had a meeting and then we got to see the B-2 stealth bombers at Whiteman AFB. It was very, very cool. I did have to climb and up down several ladders (to get an above the plane view and to get into the cockpit) but I managed to do that without embarrassing myself. Sadly, I wasn’t allowed to take pictures, because you know, military secrets.

Of course, this meant a drive through Tipton, the billiards capital of the world and home of the infamous 8-ball water tower. It cracks me up whenever we drive through.

And if you watched that short documentary I included on the blog several months ago, you know how devastating this news is:

The title of this blog post comes from a Max Lucado book (it’s more of a booklet) my mother kindly ordered for me while trying to hit the free shipping minimum on a website. Most of it is pretty duh, but I did like this:

This, to me, is the key. Anxiety is real. And there is plenty to be anxious about. But, we can’t let it keep us from living our lives. And we can’t be afraid.