Crazy stress case

Even with my new sense of calm and rejuvenated interest in making art, I am still heavily committed to being a stress case by gritting my teeth. I'm watching tv and trying to write a blog post and suddenly I realize my jaw hurts.

But whenever I think of myself as a stress case, I think about this photo. Look at that clenched fist!



I'm having a beer! I'm having a beer with my sister! I'm having a beer with my sister ON THE BEACH! What the hell is wrong with me? I'll tell you.

This was taken about three weeks before my wedding. A wedding at my house, in my backyard. A house that didn't have an oven, a kitchen ceiling or a finished backyard. A backyard that was supposed to have a deck that we were supposed to be getting married on. A backyard that was supposed to have plants and look beautiful. All this stuff was supposed to be wrapping up but then Thomas decides well we really should fix these stairs over here.



And we fixed those stairs, and we finished our deck. I planted all the plants, we installed our oven, put up our ceiling and managed to slap up some paint. So today while I'm sitting here with my feet propped up typing on my laptop in my home that has an awesome kitchen and a kick ass backyard, I wonder why the hell am I gritting my teeth?