The Chrysalis.

THE CHRYSALIS

(aka: “I’m transforming, please hold my hand, I’m fine, I swear, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT”)

I keep telling Joey I’M ALWAYS LIKE THIS and he keeps looking at me like he’s watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon but the butterfly is also yelling about leadership architecture and analytics and posting schedules.

I’m in my chrysalis era.

Which apparently means:

- talking at 400mph

- narrating every micro-step of my internal operating system

- shoving my phone in Joey’s face like LOOK I’M ON A WRITING FRENZY IS IT OKAY

- insisting THIS TIME IT’S HEALTHY

- and then immediately contradicting myself by shouting IT NEVER TURNS OFF UNLESS I TAKE SLEEPING PILLS

Meanwhile Joey is patting my leg like he’s soothing a small, electrified woodland creature and whispering,

“Yeah babe… I might take the kids to the park…”

And I — in full metamorphosis delirium — go,

I WANT TO GO TO THE PARK

and we both freeze like

“…wait. Do you? Do you actually? Is this a trap?”

Anyway.

Transformation is wild.

10/10 recommend.

Everyone in my household is doing great.

(…I think.)