I just had to brag.

I’ve not spent more than 15 minutes outside of my apartment for the past 4-5 years; anxiety and phobias.

Yesterday, I went outside and sat under the massive portico of my apartment building. Within an hour I became deeply involved in a conversation with one of our brighter tenants —> flaky, but very, very bright. She is an even longer-term tenant than me and we’ve known one another for years but this was our first six-hour convo!

I didn’t go out today but I’m prepping for tomorrow — picking out my clothing. I’m not certain if I’ll go more subdued Cuban camp shirt (with loop collar) or loud Hawaiian!

Decisions to be made.