I’ve been in the market for emotional support lately. On the macro level things are fine. I am happy and healthy. The fam is okay. And yet, when your dog has diarrhea all over your 700 sqft apartment for days, life becomes kind of a bummer!
The laundry. The middle of the night wake ups. The poop. Feels like I’m back in the throes of early parenthood. You know what’s getting me through? The joy of morning coffee and then the joy of my little phone mount in the kitchen which lets me watch Seinfeld reruns while I cook dinner.
Which brings me to this musing: Maybe adults need security blankets just as much as kids. Little tokens of comfort and reliability. Reminders that joy is always within reach. Just like a parent might buy a new “Mr. Bunny” to replace a lost one and try to pass it off as the original, if Brad ever broke my phone mount, I’d indeed enjoy it if he sneakily got a new one and replaced it telling me, “Oh it I think it always looked like that!”
Years ago on one high-stakes consulting engagement, I was on-site with the CEO for the day conducting interviews with him and his people. I had a mug of coffee I had picked up from their office kitchen that morning and I took it with me to every interview through the day. Of course, by 11am it was cold and mostly empty and I could have easily dropped it back in their kitchen but didn’t. At the end of the day I reconvened with the CEO and he said, “What is that, your emotional support mug?”
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