Welcome everyone to Not Another Anxiety Show.

I'm Erica Latham, and today it's just me.

We are approaching the holidays faster than I think I've seen in a long time.

Here in the United States, it's Thanksgiving week, which means for a lot of us,

there's a lot of hustle and bustle, seeing family, rushing to other towns.

It's just a lot. The roads are crowded, our minds are crowded. And I thought it might be a good chance

to take a break, maybe do a couple mindfulness exercises, and to say thank you to you guys. Thank you for

staying with us. Thank you for adapting to change. And thank you for being so patient we recognize that we have a

couple technical difficulties with the recording especially on my end but we've had such amazing guests

the last few weeks it seemed a shame to throw those away just because it was a little glitchy

and you know their message is more important than mine, so let's go with it.

But we are working on it, and I wanted to say thank you for everyone that let me know.

Since we're talking about story, and since this is a show about connection and all of the

hilarity that goes on in our daily lives, I thought I'd

share a story about one of my favorite Thanksgivings with you guys. I was about 17 years old,

and my parents were hosting Thanksgiving. I was, air quotes, an aspiring chef, or at least

that's what I told myself that week. I mean, at 17, what do you know?

I was in the middle of making Paula Dean's cornbread stuffing, which I'm pretty sure if my memory

serves, included about 16 pounds of butter and a package of saltines. I do remember I was in a bathrobe,

and I, for some reason was cooking my my cornbread

stuffing in a Pyrex glass baking dish, which I had just taken out of the oven, super proud.

And I put that Pyrex on the stove to let it cool. And this is one of those old-fashioned stoves or, well, it was old-fashioned,

...