Weekly R.E.P.O.R.T.

My Sims game takes a turn, Bea drags us on a series of sunset walks, and I try to pitch Next Gen NYC to a bunch of non-Bravo heads.

Life is starting to feel boring, a usually reviled experience that, at my ripe old age of 30 and 1/2, I’m actually super grateful for. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last 9 months evacuating a hurricane and moving across the country, living with my parents then heading to a new city. It’s enough change to make your head spin, and sometimes I have to take deep breaths to remind myself that I’m here, I’m not in danger, I’m fine. Everything is going to be okay, I tell myself day in and day out.

And for the most part, everything is okay. I’m doing well, something I’m saying lately and not just because I want to believe it. I think I’m doing well. I’m happy, even when hard things happen. I’m seeing my therapist monthly with progress and perspective to report each appointment. I’m spending less time online, on my phone, with screens in general, and more time out in the world. And, even when I don’t want to, I’m being nice to myself. That’s the biggest one, I think.