My mom decided to host an open house, last minute, of course. I wasn't mentally ready for it because, hello, short notice... and I had just gotten back into my yoga classes last weekend. Spending a whole day at yoga, on the second day of my period, with a migraine, was already a heroic feat. Then having to socialize the next day and assist at an open house I didn't even agree to, that was a whole different beast. Just two days before that, I had spent the entire day at OWH assisting a workshop for AG. Basically, my battery was dead.
But I survived. No pills, just sheer willpower and maybe the double-shot caffeine kicking in. Even though I was a bit lightheaded, I managed not to be a party-pooper (5 stars to me for the effort ✨).
The twist?
My mom invited a whole lineup of people from our past and didn’t bother telling me who would be showing up. Instead of spiraling into anxiety over surprise reunions, I just kept an open mind and wore as much deodorant as humanly possible.
- There was an old friend from kiddy school (awkward, because I basically went MIA after school).
- There were friends from matriculation, way back, 20 years ago, that was actually fun.
- And then there was WT, who I hadn’t seen in almost three years. Wild.
It’s been an interesting year.
For some reason, the universe has been putting people from my past right in front of me, like it's doing a cosmic spring cleaning. Dusting off old ties. Testing old connections. Seeing what still fits. There are a LOT of people from my past resurfacing like crocodiles, and I'm just a bit, uncomfortable.
Now, I desperately need to recharge, preferably by swimming in silence (not in a murky water with that special floating suspicious log), vibing with time, and chillin' with E, doing assignments.
Happy Monday!
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