It’s blowing soooo hard outside right now.
A storm has moved into the Las Vegas valley. The kind of storm where there are no clouds in the sky and no precipitation falling to our parched earth, but the winds are blowing everything outside that isn’t nailed down (and some things that are) all over the place. The winds howl, they rattle the gates to my backyard, they shake the house doors, they kick up allergens. Garbage gets strewn everywhere, palm tree fronds are ripped to pieces and tree branches lie on the ground.
I HATE this kind of weather.
There’s something about really strong winds that just make me nervous, on edge, uncomfortable, incapable of relaxing. Perhaps it is memories of sleeping in the basement during tornado watches when I was a kid. Perhaps it is that I question the craftsmanship and constructional integrity of my home. Perhaps I just worry about everything too much.
It’s probably all of those.
Whatever the case, I just decided to try releasing my discomfort and frustration about the winds by writing about them here. I can’t control the winds, I can’t control if tree branches are ripped off, I can’t control if the gates get broken by the winds… What I can do is try to control how I feel and find ways to let myself relax.
That’s what I’m trying to do now.