Today I engaged in an epic battle...and won. I confronted my dentist phobia head on and was met with such a puny excuse for an adversary that I laughed in its face [after I stomped on its foot]. My best-case scenario was worse than what actually happened. I do, however, have to get my wisdom teeth taken out but I'm okay with this.
Apparently, it's uncommon for me to think coffee tastes a bit like chicken. I caused a bit of a ruckus when I told the x-ray technician who told a dental assistant who yelled, "What?! Chicken?!" at which point the rest of the office heard. It's okay. I stand by my convictions.
Also, I gained a bit more of an understanding of why I get anxious around the color teal. I was sitting in the dentist's chair, minding my own business, trying to force deep breaths through my panic-stricken trachea, when I looked down and saw...teal! my spit bib! teal!
Today was a glorious realization of potential.
I'm trying my hand at watercolor. It's failing miserably so I got a couple books at the library. I'm so intimidated by non-dry media!