Sean Penn, that is.
I haven't even seen Milk yet, but I trust it will be brilliant, and that's enough to inspire me for now. It's next on my list.
I love to root for him. All of the brilliant dysfunctional disasters.. Beethoven, Hemingway, Poe, William Burroughs, Van Gogh... and on and on. I look at their lives and then I look at their work and I think to myself, "I have the social sophistication of a creative genius".
I may never get around to hosting a proper dinner party or keeping up with birthdays and thank you notes, but I can still become a legend.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The best kind of insomnia
I can't sleep. I know I'm exhausted and perhaps I'll be miserable tomorrow, but I can't stop replaying all my favorite scenes from this weekend. And I can't stop smiling. Reliving it makes me deliriously happy.
Our anniversary date has become one of my favorite days of the year. Dinner and a night in the city with Ross. A morning to sleep in and lounge and wander and write while he goes to his tai qi class. More wandering and indulging together. I savor every second of it and deny myself absolutely nothing. It's decadent. It's magical.
Time together. Time alone. Time downtown. My holy trinity.
It all just came together, as it always seems to when we have our night in NYC. A good hair day. A parking spot. A glass of champagne on arrival. Rose petals and chocolates in our room. A spectacular view. And those big, cozy bathrobes. But those are just the fun little details. And then everything becomes the fun little details. Colors bolder. Flavors richer. And is it just the "skinny mirror" in our room or did I even get better looking? Because my downtown excursions always seem to feed my favorite delusions of grandeur. Or maybe just awaken all my favorite parts of me and everything around me.
And so I'm awake. And I want to hold onto whatever this is. So I need to identify it quickly before I go to sleep! What is it that feels so magical? Well, certainly it's love. All weekend felt like being in love. And gratitude. Taking note of every blissful detail - nothing taken for granted. Creativity. Just soaking up inspiration from everything. And smiling. It just feels good. So that's the formula for my bliss. So simple.
I think I'll start using this recipe more often.
Our anniversary date has become one of my favorite days of the year. Dinner and a night in the city with Ross. A morning to sleep in and lounge and wander and write while he goes to his tai qi class. More wandering and indulging together. I savor every second of it and deny myself absolutely nothing. It's decadent. It's magical.
Time together. Time alone. Time downtown. My holy trinity.
It all just came together, as it always seems to when we have our night in NYC. A good hair day. A parking spot. A glass of champagne on arrival. Rose petals and chocolates in our room. A spectacular view. And those big, cozy bathrobes. But those are just the fun little details. And then everything becomes the fun little details. Colors bolder. Flavors richer. And is it just the "skinny mirror" in our room or did I even get better looking? Because my downtown excursions always seem to feed my favorite delusions of grandeur. Or maybe just awaken all my favorite parts of me and everything around me.
And so I'm awake. And I want to hold onto whatever this is. So I need to identify it quickly before I go to sleep! What is it that feels so magical? Well, certainly it's love. All weekend felt like being in love. And gratitude. Taking note of every blissful detail - nothing taken for granted. Creativity. Just soaking up inspiration from everything. And smiling. It just feels good. So that's the formula for my bliss. So simple.
I think I'll start using this recipe more often.
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