My sister once told me to make sure I smile during interviews, even if they’re not on camera. You can hear a smile in a voice, she said, even if you can’t see it. And you know, I think the same is true of writing.
I had a different draft of this post written before the weekend. And when I reread it, instead of hearing a smile, I could hear a frown. The sense of exhaustion was palpable. Whatever battle with inertia or gloom or being hungry at 4:00 pm that I was facing when I wrote it, you could read about it between the lines.
And as much as those feelings were true in that moment, I decided to tackle the post again. This time, with a smile.
Faye’s asleep. A new week’s not yet begun. I’m wearing raw honey smeared on my face which makes me look part shiny superhero and part gooey monster. The apartment’s about a million degrees because we’re on a Sunday night sourdough pizza kick and our steam radiator is still working overtime, bless her little heart. I’ve got a list of things to do tomorrow that’s about a mile long, and thank goodness. Nothing beats inertia like a good sprint in the opposite direction.
My point is: I got this. You do too.
Let’s forge ahead this week and tackle things one at a time. Let’s distinguish sense from nonsense. Let’s remember that even if we’re having a shit week, we’re not shit. That’s as simple as I can say it.
Sorry for swearing. Twice.PS. First installed on a wall in Zurich in 1991, this mural from artists Peter Fischli and David Weiss is currently being exhibited on the corner of Houston and Mott Streets in Manhattan. It’s a nice to thing to stumble upon and an even nicer thing to return to. To learn more about the work, visit the Public Art Fund.