April 11, 2014
Well, I have broken my vow to leave the house every day no matter what. Some days you're just better off wallowing a while, knowing that it's temporary, that tomorrow you will be out and about, but in the meantime reveling in hiding out, indulging it, and enjoying every moment you're inside, on the sofa, under a blanket, cat on your lap, a few homemade chocolate chip cookies by your side (and a few more in your stomach). This culture of forced happiness feels false and devalues our need to be sad sometimes. It's all good, even when it's bad.