Our neighborhood had a Labor Day shindig. We’ve not been out much because we have a looming deadline for a book proposal, so we decided to get our and grill with our neighbors.
I whipped up some hamburger patties, and the kids made cookies. We were go for launch. I took an anxiolytic (a pill that reduces anxiety) and we were off.
It was surprisingly pleasant. Nobody yelled at us for not coming more often. Several people made a point of talking to us. Everyone was kind and welcoming.
I didn’t die, though my anxiety never stopped telling me that I might. My dad tagged along, and enjoyed meeting folks. It was a thing. It didn’t kill me.
I’m proud of me. Hope you all had a good weekend.