I know it’s been a while, Blog, but hear me out: I’ve started volunteering at 826 Valencia and by the time I get home, I am So. Fucking. Exhausted. It is unreal. Kids are hard. I’m terrified that I’m going to turn around and find them eating glass or lighting themselves on fire. Then after they die, I will find out that I helped them do their homework wrong, so the last tangible memory their parents will have of their dead child is this worksheet on adding fractions with a big F on the top. How would I live with myself?
Obviously, these fears are irrational because none of my kids have shown any masochist tendencies and also because I’m good at basic arithmetic, but I still think these things. I’m giving myself anxiety as I type. I don’t know how these people who run the center stay so calm. They’re like zen buddhas. Maybe they do yoga.
Speaking of, Courtney took me to Yoga to the People today and it was incredible. This is my new favorite thing.
My other new favorite thing:
Anyway, Blog, that’s more or less what I’ve been up to. I promise never to abandon you like that again. I also promise to never anthropomorphize you again like I’m some sort of goddamn crazy person. This was just something I thought I’d try out once, and now I’m over it.