the sweetest drunk girl giving me her aperol spritz: is that guy your boyfriend me, sheepish and shy and dorky: um I guess? her: he should be. I can tell, girls can always tell
Humans are remarkably resilient creatures. We can recover from nearly anything, from genocide and famine to dirty looks and condescending insults. Put romance aside and remember you are a mammal and this is brain chemistry. We recover when we have to. We recover when we would die if we didn’t. You aren’t dying, but your spirit is. You don’t “get” over it. You climb over it. You stop writing about a man who couldn’t love you like he’s a god. You stop reminiscing and glorifying one relationship out of the thousands we are capable of developing. You look inward and build from the core. You drink tea and coffee and whiskey and wine. You eat fried chicken and strawberries and chocolate cake and candies. You run and you ride and you swim and you dance. You accept that emotions are hurt but only as much as you let them.
avicii spin at 7:30 am to interview to breakfast tacos at 10 pm. drinking with the girls I love in my home plus dancing in BK. closing down the bar and dropping Matt my location and getting urgent facetime calls from all the boys. hilarious miscommunication. staying up until 6:30 am. leaving at 7:30 am and calling Matt (also awake at 4:30 am…) and seeing the brooklyn farmers market set up. poor choices.
getting three hours of sleep, then great dumplings. rooftop aperol spritzes. weekend runs (+ playlists). two interviews in two work days. follow ups for both interviews. playing “I’ve never felt so good” by mura masa on repeat, which is a sadder song than you’d think. my cutie coworkers taking me out to bday lunch. adorable surprise from my roommate. free ovenly cookies. bare legs and sunglasses and smiles. sunshine kicking off may.
four humans in two weeks. coney island and air hockey and silly rides. donovan woods + grabbing the set list. being delighted at radiotopia + streakers. giving myself stress hives. five-hour interview. impromptu drinking in the rain. a very nice surprise email the next day. offer. brunch in the rain with A and a much needed catch up. seeing Kim in town and pregaming dinner and v impt qt time. sitting at columbus circle with K in the bright sunshine post-barre, eating acai bowls. watching a bulldog wade into and drink from the fountains.
negotiating and accepting and giving notice. can’t believe what was hard this time around and what wasn’t, and what I’ve been able to do. can’t believe I was a baby journo (just a little over) 3 years ago and here we are.
five-hour date and being mean to a boy oops and not sure if the heart palpitations are related to surviving on coffee for four days straight or what.
going to puerto rico TODAY. booked flights to spain. tickets to lolla + gov ball + pinknic. planning on DC and SF too. plus a 12-hour turnaround and flights to bend to see one of my best gurls and hike OR and drink beer!!
this month is crazy. feeling very grateful and insanely happy for this particular moment in time. new york you’re crushing it.
