Tonight I recorded what will hopefully be the first episode of a new podcast with my friend, Johnny about living with anxiety.
As we were recording it I thought, “Gee, I actually haven’t been feeling that much anxiety lately. Maybe I shouldn’t even be talking about this.”
Trigger two days of the most intense anxiety I’ve felt in months.
Thanks, brain.
You might have noticed, but I don’t always make the best decisions.
To be clear: Seurat and I have basically nothing in common. I am hardly an introvert and I am certainly not on that level of genius, but the themes of being separated by your overactive mind from the people around you, of finding something true to make and believe in, every single lyric to “Move On,” … this show helped me change my life. If you’re not familiar with it, go track it down.
I feel like this could be the comic at least three days a week.
There are several narratives that I need to stop replaying in my life. This is one of them.
Actually, I ended up running late to work the next day so … a little regret.
Sometimes I forget that my body reacts differently to things at 210 pounds than it did at 310 pounds.
I am occasionally confronted by the idea that the only reason that anyone even knows how I used to be is because I tell them. Maybe I should be focusing on enjoying who I am now instead of being so obsessed with proving how much I’ve changed?
On the one hand, this feels like an epiphany and on the other it seems like common sense.
Even I need to sit still once in a while.
I’ll just be over here in the corner, being completely unable to play it cool.