I mean, calling someone? And then talking, or maybe leaving a message and then having someone call me? The mere thought of it is just too overwhelming to bear.
I have another adulting issue and recently discovered I’m not alone in this one either: going to the post office. Recently I went to a girl’s weekend in Texas with some friends. These are powerhouse women who do Big Things: they write books and run NGO’s and deliver babies. But it seems that all of us share something in common in that we just cannot get ourselves to the post office.
Friends, today something truly AMAZING happened; I had to mail something at the post office AND THEN I DID!!! (Ok. Also? I signed and sent a crazy legit legal binding terrifying contract for my first book to be published by @convergentbooks. So yeah, that’s a thing that is happening. 😐😅😱😲) But for real, you guys, I WENT TO THE POST OFFICE!!!! #badass #superwoman Thank you, @remissional, for holding my hand today. And all the days.
Such supportive friends.
EDITED TO ADD: I’m dying. DYING. Because not even five minutes after posting this, I checked instagram and found this gem from Jamie.
We can do hard things, you guys.