Hey APW,
It’s been… a weird week, if we’re being totally honest. The week started with my five-year-old’s (FIVE YEARS OLD! How did this happen?) blowout birthday party in our studio. The child has the soul of a party planner and conceptualized a theme that included Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, and Willy Wonka. In short, imagination verging on hallucination. And as it turns out, our whole office is basically set up to accommodate that theme. Which means that we made forty people (many of them quite small), very very happy.
But then also, last week I was also browbeaten into going on birth control to try to deal with my ongoing pelvic pain issues… even though I have a long history of hormones triggering depression and anxiety. And this week, the chickens came home to roost, in a spiraling depression and anxiety kind of way—a spiral that goes nowhere good. So I’m off the pills, and trying to pull myself back to health and solid ground.
And then there was the news. I’m not even sure where to start, but the graphic rape described in Matt Lauer’s office is something that I just can’t get out of my mind’s eye, and it feels like it’s re-traumatizing me again and again and again. Not to mention the horror of a president willing to publish evil propaganda targeting Muslims, spout slurs about indigenous people in front of a portrait of Andrew Jackson, and question basic facts.
But hey. There were piñatas. And I’ll take all the joy I can get these days.
It’s your open thread.
xo,
Meg
