Sometimes the best end to a day is to is an episode or two of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Everyone is well aware of how terrible 2016 has become. We’ve lost icons. We’ve elected a know-nothing, orange buffoon to the highest office in the land. We all seem to have given up on the year as an unsalvageable dumpster fire.
Along with the numerous cultural shocks, our family has had to deal with some heavy personal issues as well. I have not coped well. I have essentially become a hermit over the past few months. I’ve not been great at keeping in touch with friends. My Wonderful Wife™ has done more than her fair share to keep me from becoming a total recluse. She’s scheduled activities with friends, and gently pushed me to be social. Even when our house wasn’t clean.
Today I started an informal trial of a new work space. I’m not entirely sure how it will shake out, but I am hopeful. So today was full of talking to people, and even meeting a new person. I say “full” in the sense that I spoke to more than one person, for more than a couple of minutes, in multiple conversations, in an unfamiliar setting. It was a perfect storm of social anxiety.
I’m emotionally exhausted. I came home and didn’t do a whole lot. I tried to nap. I took a bath. I exchanged a couple emails with clients. But nothing was quite as relaxing as it needed to be. The kids are all asleep, but I’m laying here in bed, trying to keep a simple writing goal alive, while watching a couple episodes of My Little Pony. Because watching My Little Pony is my way of reminding myself that there are people out there in the world—outside my house—who are my friends, who have been my friends, or who could be my friends. And I need friends. Because friendship is magic.
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