No epiphanies here...
Tonight when I went to get a massage (since my left shoulder sporadically decides not to work/hurt real bad like), my massage therapist* (whom I’ve known for a year and a half) said to me at the end, “You seem really happy. And it’s genuine happiness, which is awesome to be around.” And it made me think about how (please punch me in the face if this gets too Sex and the Cityish) when you come out on the other side of being sad, you want to never take being happy for granted, and you also realize how happy it makes you feel to be genuinely happy again. Nothing new or earth shattering here (seriously, someone please punch me); just a nice little reminder, especially after a recent (possibly ongoing) creative slump (or maybe they’re just growing pains?), to put some perspective on it.
*Meredith at Healing Hands on Larchmont. She’s AMAZING. Go to there.
Maybe you should just hang out with me more often, Joanna. It would help your frown bear syndrome.
