If you haven’t noticed yet, most of my blog posts lately have been on the dreary and anxious side. Between trying to find the right moment to come out to my family and dealing with personal problems, I have been feeling super anxious and down lately. This has led to me shutting people out and trying to spend as much time alone as possible (though the latter is partially from introversion).
Instead of just dwelling on negatives and wallowing in a pool of self-pity, I have been relishing the two things that never fail to make my day: Fuzzy socks and a good book. More specifically, fuzzy socks with a grey cat on them and the late and great Carrie Fisher’s The Princess Diarist. I cannot recommend it enough.
Man, I miss Carrie Fisher. Not that I was ever lucky enough to meet her – it would have been an honor to have just been remotely near her location. Like most people, I grew up knowing her as Princess Leia from Star Wars. As I got older and the Internet became a thing in my life, I learned there was so much more to her than the fictional character I had idolized; Carrie Fisher was a voice in so many things, especially mental illness and addiction. She spoke and wrote about it all so elegantly, with beautifully, well-thought humor. I look forward to reading her other books.
A lot of things might be hard right now, but we should always bask in the glory that is fuzzy cat socks and books.