Radical fun - by Ava - bookbear express

tl;dr: I’m going to do a series on friendship (a serialized book, as it were) on Bookbear Express for the next many weeks. Read on if you’re interested :) On Tuesday my therapist wondered if I was too upbeat. I’d been telling her about how I’d finally thrown myself into coaching with some intensity after dabbling for a while. In the past couple of months, I’d been doing quite a few things intensely: yoga, jiu-jitsu, attending parties, throwing parties, matchmaking, coaching, writing the Substack, working on a new book. I was hanging out with my friends like it was my full-time part-time job. “You can sit with change and grief, you know,” she said. She was alluding to the fact that my romantic life was in shambles. Also, my agent had just told me the latest edits on the manuscript could be, uh, improved. “That’s true. It’s just… I just really like having fun,” I mumbled to her. “Like, I sort of think the point of life is to have fun.” I flashed back to two years ago, when I was on a wal

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