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.