Sunday Edition: Don't Trust Your Inner "Unreliable Narrator"
And our March book club!
The Sunday Edition is Tuesday’s little sister—off-the-cuff updates I’d bring up over a coffee catch-up with a friend.
At 3 a.m. on Saturday morning, I nearly sent a text to my friend cancelling our plans to go skiing the next day. It was my second night in a row not sleeping, and the task of driving to the mountain, an hour away, and skiing in the forecasted freezing conditions felt unsurmountable. Plus, I had so much to do: My house is overdue for a deep cleaning, and there’s laundry to get to, emails to send. “Unreliable narrator,” I said to myself, as I do when my late-night thoughts spiral into anxiety. I am so happy that I didn’t listen to (that part of) myself, and headed to the mountain three hours later for a truly perfect and reaffirming day of skiing. I grew up in Reno and the sport, like backpacking, always connects me with my younger self and reorients me toward what matters—much like connecting with a friend from high school or college. I felt so much joy carving my way through tree runs and reconnecting with a friend I met early in my counseling master’s program and only recently learned is a neighbor (!).
On Tuesday, I head to Santa Fe to visit two of my best and oldest friends—one from college and another from L.A. who became close friends when they both moved to Santa Fe (a dream for me!). I was initially planning on visiting for the weekend, but they talked me into staying for the week and working from there. There is still plenty to do and prep (which is likely the source of my insomnia). I overbooked myself this week, so my house is a mess which always makes me feel like a mess, but what else are Sunday afternoons for? Enough with my chattering… here are some slightly more organized obsessions and thoughts from this week:
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