Had a total brain fart this past weekend.

A friend was having a Halloween party!


Well, yay, except my social anxiety raised its ugly head.

I hate to say it, but I seem to be losing the battle against this particular problem.  I promised myself at the beginning of the year, I would make an effort to attend more events.  It worked for a couple of months and then – not so much.

I always have a wonderful time once I show up; but getting past this wall of anxiety is often insurmountable. (Hey 45, I have a new design for your beloved wall!)

Anyhow, I was absolutely sure the party was Friday evening.

And I spent all day fighting the anxiety.

I was determined I would go.

But in the end the anxiety won out and I made my apologies.

Saturday comes, and in the evening, people I know start posting photos of themselves in costume.

Then at 7:30 my phone goes boop-boop.


I look at the phone.

Turns out the party was on Saturday.

And going to the party on Saturday night was a non-starter because I was running husband to the airport at 4 a.m. Sunday morning.

I had even put the party on my Google calendar.

And then promptly forgot – or rather changed the date in my fat old lady head.

So at least my anxiety saved me from showing up at my friend’s door in costume for a party that wasn’t happening for another 24 hours.

Can you imagine?

I can.  And it’s not pretty.


What do you mean there’s no party?

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