Archive for the ‘But I digress…’ Category
How do you feel about me devoting an entire week in January to your requests? I’m kind of liking this idea. It will only work if you send along some really good questions, though, so please do so here.
I’ve asked this before—the resulting comment thread was beyond inspiring—and recently a few of you have requested that I pose the question again. The moment certainly seems appropriate. So here goes: my latest donations have gone to Planned Parenthood, the ACLU, The Ali Forney Center, and the National Network of Abortion Funds. Very eager to hear from you on this one.
Now more than ever, we’ve got to be able to access our gratitude—there are actual studies proving that literally naming the things we are grateful for on a regular basis leads to higher degrees of happiness, and that’s only going to become more important as these weird times stretch on. So please do share. As for me, I’m so, so grateful for my dear friends and family, of course, and for the dogs. I’m grateful for my happiness, and my sobriety, something I haven’t shared with you before, but am now. And I am desperately grateful to all of you, and the exemplary community you’ve built here. I have been so pleased and proud of the way you all came together as a community in the days after the election to lend strength to and support one another. And the civil and engaging spirit in which you have disagreed, when debate was called for. Keep on speaking up. And have a great holiday.
Now seems like a good time for us all to share our favorite self-soothing rituals. I take the dogs for a walk on a favorite route, the longer, the better. And I reach out to friends, by actually calling them on the phone, not texting or emailing (although really any contact is better than none). Or, if things are really dire, get myself in the tub and go double on the lavender oil.
This just seemed like a good day to ask. My answer is a big yes, of course. Loud and proud. In addition to which, I really want this sweater.
I don’t know about my top choice of all time—maybe Liar’s Club, maybe Little Failure—but my current favorite is Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys., by punk legend Viv Albertine. So smart and witheringly funny—and I just love the title.