Revelations.
The past month has been interesting. Rough. Not the safe, cushioned place I have always known it to be.
Living in Bushwick, now alone, I'm understanding the importance of taking things for what they are. Everything is temporary. My time in this neighborhood is temporary, and letting my negative feelings fester inside will not do anything but bring me down. One of my favorite quotes, from Frederick Douglass says 'Do not fret...another day is coming.' I think that I'm finally getting back to me. I usually have periods where I get depressed, but I've been especially isolated and down for a while now. I don't what I would do without Chip and Marcus right now. They have really been wonderful.
The job with Ben Sherman seems to have a catch. Don't people know how to communicate? All I can do now is cross my fingers and hope that it all works out. If not, it might be Crumbs for me..or Club Monaco? Ew.
On the upside, I managed to read more in the past week or so than I have all year, at least for pleasure. I finished Jane Eyre and completed You Shall Know Our Velocity (Eggers), Dry (Burroughs), and Uncle Vanya (Chekhov). Lily's book collection is pretty phenomenal, and my free time has not been wasted on them. Maybe this is showing a change in me...or maybe it shows that I am capable of distracting myself. Reading has been my escape lately...especially since our internet- I mean our neighbor's internet- has been flimsy and won't let me watch Lost (to which I'm now addicted). Whatever the reason, I like the change, and for my trip, the next book on my list is The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath.
Oh and everyone needs to see Savage Grace with Julianne Moore. She is brilliant, as is the rest of the cast. Such a brilliantly told story also. Let's just say that she looooves her son. See it! Soon!