Leftovers #22

This week started really bad, pulling me back to the person I was when I couldn’t stop crying on the floor, which was mildly terrifying. In a past newsletter, I wrote about how I once felt so certain of things, and now I feel like I’m sort of floating. I often to choose to see this as very terrifying, but I know therapy would tell me to see all the opportunity in this. So a pint at a wonderful pub with a friend, bumping into someone unexpected, and a plate of pasta to follow has somehow restored me, and I’m choosing to be a little less blue. More on feeling invincible, incapable in this weekend’s essay. Here are a few things keeping my mood at ‘not crying in Toolstation’ levels (you’ll get this reference on Sunday).