So I’ve been thinking . . . about advice. It’s a funny thing. We all seek it out, we all give it out, and we all often ignore it. I am constantly checking things out with my friends. (Hey, I have a lot of cha-cha going on in my brain: Why do my shoulders hurt so much? How do you pee in a cup without getting it all over your hand? Which yoga class should I sign up for this week? Why hasn’t my nephew texted me back? Is Jon Snow really dead? Black ankle boots with the silver buckle or black ankle boots without the buckle? Does this milk smell weird? You get the drift.)
The other day, a friend gave me some advice, and I immediately panicked because I was doing the opposite of what she was suggesting. The thoughts start spinning: Was I going about this situation all wrong? Did I mess it up? A smart person wouldn’t be in this position. What am I going to do? And then it hit me: Sometimes the best advice is to follow your own advice. Only you know your situation intimately and only you create your moments. So here’s my advice: Do whatever you think is best in any given moment . . . or just watch this for some great advice, especially at the end.
I’ve been reading . . . Unbecoming by Rebecca Sherm. This is supposed to be a psychological thriller but halfway into it, I’m still waiting for something to happen.
I’ve been watching . . . The Mindy Project, thanks to my good friend Anika. I love this show—she cracks me up and I love to laugh. It’s the perfect show to watch when I’m doing dishes.
I’ve been listening to . . . The National, specifically the song “I Need My Girl,” like over and over and over again. It’s just such a beautiful song. Makes me all warm and fuzzy.