I have had All The Feelings this week and all I hope for today is to have a rest from some of them. It’s been a rollercoaster, a motherfucker of a week that at times felt like it had wrapped me in sandpaper.
Other times I felt buoyant, like I was walking on springs, like nothing could keep me down. I cried in public and on someone’s shoulder and laughed a lot, drank wine with wonderful friends and looked at art and felt it in my chest.
And oh yeah, hot rage like whiskey going down, jealousy for no good reason, little stabs like a lonely cat pawing at me with its claws out—I did say All The Feelings, didn’t I?
I am all in favor of having feelings, yes, but sometimes I wish they’d give me a break.
