This morning at my CBT group, we were all in unusually good spirits, which is saying something for a room full of people who have collectively spent thousands of dollars learning how not to catastrophize. Before the session officially began, we chatted the way people do when they’ve known each other long enough to ask personal questions but not long enough to know the answers.
Our topic of the day was “Scams and How to Avoid Them,” which sounded like the sort of thing you’d see printed on a brochure in a bank lobby next to a bowl of pens no one actually wants. I felt oddly proud when I got to tell everyone about “Banks Never Ask That,” the American Banking Association’s website. It’s not often I get to be the person who knows something practical. Usually I’m the one asking questions like, “Is it normal to feel anxious about feeling anxious?”
Lunch was catered from Papa John’s, which is the culinary equivalent of shrugging. No one complains, but no one writes home about it either. There’s something comforting about that. You know exactly what you’re getting, and it arrives in a box that doubles as a plate, a placemat, and, if necessary, a shield.
After group, I came home and did what any responsible adult does when faced with a major purchase: I opened twenty tabs, read none of them, and then bought the laptop I had already decided on an hour earlier. The HP Victus, 16 GB of RAM. It sounds like the name of a spaceship in a movie where everyone wears matching jumpsuits.
But here’s the thing: it works. It actually works. For the first time, I have a computer that doesn’t wheeze, freeze, or behave like it’s doing me a personal favor by turning on. Copilot runs the way it’s supposed to, which feels a bit like discovering your glasses were smudged for the last three years and you just never noticed.
By the end of the day, I realized something: between the scams, the pizza, and the laptop that finally behaves, I had managed to assemble a small but respectable collection of victories. Not the kind you brag about, but the kind that make you think, Okay, maybe I’m doing all right.
Scored by Copilot, conducted by Leslie Lanagan
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