Atypical & Awesome, “My Anchor”

So, I was served a dose of humility this week and to be honest, it hurt. I have pretty tough skin- afterall, three years doing stand-up, twenty years as a songwriter (where 90 percent of your work never sees the light of day), and being a therapist for teens will do it. But this one hurt- bad. Like, i cried. For real.

Phillip was out of town at the time but was so sweet over the phone reminding of my successes and telling me I’m amazing. But it wasn’t all fluff, he helped me process the situation and work towards solutions. He knows I am a solution-based person and if there us a problem- I want to know how to fix it.

When he returned home last night, he brought flowers, unloaded his car, changed his shirt, and whisked me away for dinner. I had casually mentioned going to an open-mic at the Butcher’s Daughter and he insisted we go. He also encouraged me to perform. But not as a comic. As a songwriter. He knew my heart needed this. I did it- shakey fingers, bad eyes, and pitchy voice and all. But I did it. He also did a quick clean comedy set (thank you, Mason) so we BOTH performed.

He had been on the road for three days snd two nights with his job and immediately came home and took care of me. He knew my heart was sad and my confidence was shaken. He is such a saint. Thank you to my anchor.