Cornhole is My Self-Care
I can honestly say that I got one great thing out of the Pandemic and that is cornhole. The Pandemic for me was the ultimate trigger and the icing on the mental breakdown cupcake. I was in the middle of a divorce after being married twenty-one years. My home was a small downstairs apartment that smelled as bad as it was out of date. My youngest child was a senior and struggling with a major case of senioritis. I worked in the Accounts Payable Department and the bills still must paid and checks still must be printed, so I was one of the four people allowed in the building. It was a shock going from working with three other women every day to being alone in an accounting office. My oldest Son and Nephew were battling addiction currently. To put the sprinkles on top of this mental breakdown cupcake, I was turning the big 5-0. Depression is like a wave at the beach. Facing the ocean, you see the wave forming a distance from you. But, instead of getting out of the water, your feet are plant...
