Desiderata

This is the beginning of a post I wrote about two months ago. Just thought I'd share. I'm sitting here at the beach watching this girl cry. It's not just a whimper but a full on why-the-fuck-is-this-happening sob and it's completely real. It's that deep, private pain that hurts in places you didn't know existed and it hits you unexpectedly--even when the beach is full of happy families and brawny lifeguards. There she sits, weeping from some true, unfathomable pain. And I feel for her. Because I've been her. I've sat at the beach looking out into its infinitely wise waves, wishing-hoping-desperately praying for some sort of answer. Eventually you're empty of wet and you brush off the sand from your jeans and wipe your swollen eyes. You take in a deep breath and breathe out I love you, Ocean . And you do. You really do. There's nothing like the salty smell, the colossal expanse, the repetition and mystery. It's a wonder we don't all ...

Sometimes the drama is so intense you actually can't think of anything else. Every small conversation you have with acquaintances- -how was your long weekend?  sends you spiraling down the rabbit hole of fury, sadness and helplessness. One thought can send weepy, unwelcome tears down your face. When there is no solution to the problem it is that much more frustrating. Ultimately when there is truly nothing you can do about the issue, all you can do is distract yourself. Here's how I'm distracting myself today: 12 quotes by comedians for when you're feeling shitty at work or in your career. Just make some freaking swirls and get over it. Some Kimye nonsense to rot your brain: Kim changed her name to Kim Kardashian West . Here's Kanye being, well, Kanye . I'm thinking about getting some essential oils after work. Here's some for sadness:  Cypress, Frankincense, Grapefruit, Helichrysum, Lemon, Mandarin, Neroli, Orange, Rose, Sandalwood, and Vetiver...