Let's face it, I'm always in love. At least, when I feel like myself, when I am the person I want to be, I am falling in love constantly. With the moon, a song, a tree, my friends, a poem, someone I just met, someone I've never met.
It's been a very long time since I was falling in love with someone who was also falling in love with me. And it's magical and precious and devastating and raw. It feels like there is a constellation of stars in my chest expanding in all directions. It reminds me of every love I've had and lost, and it makes me feel like nothing is ever really lost, it just breaks apart and comes back in another form, each one more beautiful.
At the same time, I have a heartbreaking job, and my workload and the intensity of my work have ramped up lately to the point where I'm just barely keeping it together. I know it won't stay at this pitch forever, but for now it's taking all I have.
It's Friday, and there are people out there who I'm working with who are in really tough situations and will wait until Monday until the professionals in their lives--including me--can offer support.
It's Friday, I'm in love.
Holding all these things at the same time is making me think and feel a lot of things about work, capitalism, romance, individualism, privilege, magic, and beauty. You're smart, you can probably guess what a lot of those things are.
Anyway, here's a cover of The Cure by Yo La Tengo, whom I'm seeing in April. It features Georgia Hubley walking expressionless around some really white-looking neighborhoods, oblivious to the twee, hipster apocalypse she has somehow wrought.
