Dear Self, Stop Being Such a Scrooge. Love, Your Better Half


This morning was off to a rocky start – not enough sleep and a weekend threatening to be over so much sooner than I would like – and at 9am there was a buzz saw screeching in the apartment next door.  (don’t even want to think about how few hours that was since I closed my eyes.) Mope, mope, mope. But, after observing the status of my Facebook page and this Dear Diary, I decided I’ve spent entirely too much time having feelings of the blue variety, so today’s goal is militant optimism.

The key to fixing any bad day, or to coping with any bad thing really (just saw 50/50 yesterday, writing on that to come), is to fill your moments with things that make you smile and to keep yourself busy with things that are fairly productive but not painfully so – or to have an adventure.  Today is a Sunday and some things need to be done, so the adventure will have to be saved for another day. Today is going to be a Sunday, but that’s no reason it can’t still be a good day.

Wash your face.  Start off with some dry shampoo and Chanel perfume.  Slip on your jeans and an oversized cashmere sweater that you borrowed from your mother’s closet years ago and that she graciously forgot you did.  How can you not feel great if you’re swimming in cashmere?  Then go outside!  If you go now, you’ll notice there isn’t a cloud in the sky.  The air is just crisp enough to be perfect for your sweater.  Head to your favorite coffee shop – Pulp and Bean – and grab a cup of their pumpkin spice coffee (not latte, silly, coffee.  This coffee’s good enough you don’t have to dump syrup in it).  Appreciate that the lid has a cheerful bear smiling back up at you.  Come home to assemble some things. Eat a brownie and don’t feel bad about it – go to the gym later to atone or go tomorrow instead.  Sit in the living room, and appreciate that the saw is not the only thing singing – now the construction workers are.  They are singing operatic Spanish.  Passionately! Really, the timing isn’t ideal, but picturing burly, bristly men belting out vibratos while they smash through drywall is hilarious, and if you don’t think so you’re just being a scrooge.  When the lights begin to flicker to the point that they annoy you, leave.  Go back out into the sunshine, walk. Decide where you’re going as you’re going.  Maybe the park.  You miss the park.  Maybe vintage shopping or looking for flea markets in Park Slope.  It’s been too long since you just admired beautiful, old things.  Or silly things.  Or Maybe just admiring the real estate, or maybe getting that coffee maker you decided you needed.  Stop pretending you don’t drink coffee, only to pay for it every day guiltily, and buy yourself a damn coffee maker.  Then buy coffee you like, and make it how you like it. Let the day go from there.  A BBQ and new friends?  Curling up with a good book?  Acting on a whim, buying a ticket, and skipping down the coast next weekend for an impromptu reunion?

See? You’re feeling better already.  You’re not perfect, neither is this city, neither is your life or anyone else’s.  But for the most part, you know who you are.  You know what you want.  You know what you deserve – to be happy.  So, stop being such a scrooge and be happy already!



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