Lay Your Head and Rest a While
EVERYBODY IN THE POOL!
HAVE SPARKLING CONVERSATIONS!
MAKE NEW FRIENDS!
BASK IN ALL THE ADORABLY BAD GIFs YOU COULD EVER HOPE FOR!
Oh hai there.
To be honest? I’m feeling frayed.
I went to my first Al-Anon meeting last night and felt like a ghost projected endlessly upon myself. Translucent layer upon translucent layer shining wetly under the hot white fluorescent lights.
I was thick with portent and meaning, but you could have runs your hands right through me.
‘Where am I,’ I wondered to myself? Just how did I find myself in the basement of an Alameda church? How did I find myself so lost in worry I’ve begun to forget why I’ve walked into the other room? I fear I’ll run stoplights — that I’ll absent-mindedly drift my bike into oncoming traffic.
I’m no longer there. I feel like flesh wrapped around a feeling, a knot.
Where am I?
I know many of you feel this way too. For so. many. very, very good reasons. And as I sat there last night listening to other people’s stories, everyone insisted upon taking care of oneself first — “put on your oxygen mask before helping others.” I shook my head half-crying.
How do I that without feeling like I’m abandoning someone I love very very much to a darkness insatiable?! How can I try to be happy when someone who raised me is so goddamn miserable?!
. . .
I came home to dinner with my partner and four of my closest friends cooking dinner. The smell of chicken was wafting through the house and a watermelon daikon was splayed on a white plate — an arc of rainbowed pinks and greens.
I felt my body reconstitute itself. I felt my mind quieting.
If I can’t take care of myself just yet, I can at least let those that love me tend a small fire to warm myself beside.
Find those friends. Find those fires. Lay your head in their laps and rest a while.
With love + rage,
Co-founder | Creative Director
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Nothing on earth is more admirable than your honesty in confronting this 100% factually accurate belief that too many of the world’s awesome thin people have been shamed into keeping to themselves.
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