This will be succinct.
\nStop laughing, it really will. <\/p>\n
I had a rough night the other night. I had a bad dream–not a nightmare, just an overly realistic dream about getting dumped. I woke up angry and tearful in the middle of the night, couldn’t get back to sleep, and the mood carried over into the day. Melancholy. It’s November, it happens. <\/p>\n
I am apparently the sort of person who can be angry at someone in real life for something they do to me in a dream. My middle name is not ‘Rational’ like I thought it was. <\/p>\n
At work, I tried to shake the mood without a lot of success. Several hours later, though, I walked out of the office and everything went BAM in that good sort of way. <\/p>\n
It was one of those cold, sunny days. Blue sky. Yellow and red leaves crunching underfoot. Light streaming through the leaves still in the trees. A cup of tea while I smiled out the window at it after I got home. A sunset so beautiful I texted someone and made him go outside and look at it. My mood was already immeasurably better just breathing in the Fall smell. You know the smell: leaves and earth and grass and pale sunshine low in the sky. <\/p>\n
Then I headed out for happy hour and a movie with someone I love. One who chastised me for writing about giving up. But I meant letting go and accepting more than giving up. More to think about on that, I guess. Or perhaps I could just pay more attention to what I write. Anyway. <\/p>\n
Happy hour was happy and the movie was a good one. One with loose ends. Magical realism. Suicide with a happy ending. <\/p>\n
So, at the end of the day I am feeling peaceful and grateful. If I were to propose a toast, it would be to the last sunny days of Fall and friends who love you enough to ask and listen. <\/p>\n
And to cute bartenders.<\/p>\n
Fuck. You were all right about me not being succinct. <\/p>\n
Oh well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"