Okay, I’m not actually writing from the bath this morning.
But the house we rented over the holidays had a criminally deep tub, and I spent a couple of hours basking in hot water and thinking about…. very little.
I’m back in Brooklyn now where the air is 22°F and there are dogs on every block. As I sit here on the couch, contemplating how to begin again, I’m struck by some of the big questions in life.
Like, how do I stay healthy? Where will I find inspiration? Will I ever get out of debt? And why the hell are the neighbors so loud?
But back I am all the same.
And the answers to a few of those questions begin with the understanding that guilt, shame, and fear are not especially good motivators. Kindness and stillness work better and forgiveness and letting go can work magic.
So I’ll start there and see where the chips land.
I’ll see you soon––late at night most likely––and I’ll see if I can keep up my part in making the world a bit sexier, a little more scandalous, and just a smidge pervier.
Love to you all,