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 — 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 resurfing 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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