Have you guys seen the first episode of the new (and last, sniff!) season of Girls? I've watched it twice, cringing my way through it like I always do, but enjoying every second of it.
(Spoiler alert: If you haven't seen it yet, skip over the next two lines, okay?
Wtf is Hannah laying her bush bare when she is sun-bathing? Why? Why?? I almost want to try it now, just to see if there is any benefit to this action. Does the sun really feel that nice there?)
Okay, you can resume reading now. Just had to get something off my chest. But if you read it by accident, you will find that it's not much of a spoiler anyway - Lena Dunham can't keep her clothes on in that show. I know her naked body almost better than mine!
Anyway, I got off track. What I'm trying to get to is what the guy she's hooking up with, Paul-Louis the surf-instructor, says to her: "The cure for anything is salt. The ocean, sweat, and tears." (I may be paraphrasing, but that's what he's getting at.) He also calls the ocean the "big blue pill", which is pretty witty when you think about it. (A blue pill curing all ailments? That's what men have been trying to tell us for decades.)
Well, this morning I received some sucky news. Not really bad, no worries. But frustrating enough for me to shed some tears and complain bitterly to Richard about it.
(It hasn't been the best week around here to begin with, otherwise I would have handled it better.)
He listened, gave me a big, long hug, and then he told me: "Go out and feed the animals, you will feel better."
I did, and you know what? I felt about a million times better.
And that's when the quote from the previous night's Girls popped into my mind, reminding me that I, too, have a cure for everything: My furry and feathery friends.
There really is nothing like hanging out with my four-legged buds for a while, that helps me to set my world straight again. They have a way of showing you what's important, and what isn't.
Life is rough. It's wild, beautiful, and full of wonder, but it's also filled with disappointments, annoyances, and petty little shit you wish you wouldn't have to deal with, but you still have to.
We all need a "blue pill".
I'm so happy I have found mine. I would prefer if it came without all the poop and all the work, but you know what? It's totally worth it. I guess, if my payment for being happy and at peace is shovelling shit - I'll take it.
What's your happy pill?
Jeans: American Eagle 'Artist'
Shoes: Old Navy (similar)
We'll make it! All of us! One "blue pill" at a time.
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