Busy Season Zen: Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Remember when you were a kid and you couldn’t wait to grow up so you could eat candy for dinner and stay up as late as you want? And then you actually became an adult and realized you’re so tired from the never-ending rat race that you can’t wait to take a nap and refresh your old bones with a nutritious meal of broiled chicken and broccoli.

Yeah, being a grown-up sucks. I feel like we all got scammed into thinking it’s this great, infinite party when really it’s just a bad Groundhog Day sequel involving trudging from Point A to Point B and back again 5x a week (er, 6 in some of y’all’s cases). Last weekend I stayed up until 4 a.m. playing Fallout 76 and I still haven’t recovered from that crap. This is bullshit.

So for this week’s Busy Season Zen, I went back. Way back. Back to a more innocent time when it was totally normal to invite your mailman into your house to chill and no one thought it prudent to check the sex offender registry first before letting their kids hang out with a grown-ass man who played with puppets. I dunno about you but I miss it.

Mr. McFeely is just hanging out explaining how paper is made and I can’t even get my Amazon delivery guy to open the door to my condo lobby and throw my package inside half the time. Like I said, bullshit.

Need more zen? Shhh, it’ll be OK.