If our weekend was sponsored...

Dearest Daughters,

This weekend is brought to us by:

Firstly, all the People, who have been so great. I want to thank the People for their support, thoughts, prayers and reassurances, their anxiety tips and tricks. And for being vulnerable with me.

Turns out 1-in-5 people I know deal with some form of anxiety. Okay, that's not like scienctifically collected data. And I certainly respect everyone's right to privacy (though I don't seem to respect my own), but holy moly! How did I not know that I was surrounded by you people? Us people!?

Seriously. Knowing I have you (anxious and not) People and Xanax in my back pocket has helped me to return to some semblance of normalcy. Or, at least, being able to leave the house for milk. There will be many more milk-runs, visits to doctors and yoga studios and artist retreats and day spas and the ocean. And many more conversations with you and therapists and God and my family.

Whether you've been reading for a year or a day, thanks for being a part of my journey!

This weekend is also brought to you by...

Doing puzzles on your own, at my tigermother insistence.

Some puzzling of my own.

City planning. And smashing, courtesty of Danjo.

Running some traffic scenarios.

Ridiculous roses from our yard. Huge and beautiful and smell so good! Tell them to stop, already.

Goop. Shout out to Borax!

Nervous energy and Pinterest and staying home.

One-day-DIY! Just a sneak-peek, come back tomorrow for more!

Oh and by Xanax and dark chocolate. But, I swallowed those, so I don't have a picture to show you.

Love,