Today is a day when I have nothing to say.
This is not a bad thing. Sometimes, the silence in my mind is a good thing.
I am enjoying the sunshine. I have been in the garden. I have been to the pool with the kids and got wet. Nothing strenuous, and my mind isn’t racing.
Tonight I am going out for drinks with friends, and I have told them many times I am coming. Now all I need to do is make sure I get there. I won’t let the anxiety creep in and tell me to stay home. I won’t think I have nothing interesting to say. I will not worry about anything.
My friends will even read this and laugh when I show my face.
I have great friends that can laugh at me.
I am pretty fucking funny after all.