Nevergirl’s

I’ve flu. So do the girls. This is going to be one long weekend. The only person at home who’s happy is the man, who can’t wait to slap on that mysterious-looking home remedy for acne which the cook concocted. It looked suspicious, that brew. I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out to have been sprinkled with mashed up lizard’s tail. It’s a murky green, and it smells like it’s made of dead things big and small.

On a non-flu, non-brew, non-dead-thing-related note, I’ve resolved to try thinking six beautiful thoughts before breakfast. Alice of Wonderland wanted to believe in six impossible things; I’m keeping my expectations manageable by gunning for ‘beautiful’ instead. You see, I  don’t have problems believing in the impossible; my father raised me to believe I CAN do anything—move mountains if I have to; it’s the wonderful I can’t fully subscribe to. So yeah, that’s the plan. I hope I can think six beautiful thoughts before breakfast, every day of the week. I hope you enjoy your weekend, too, kids. Drink lots of water, and load up on Vitamin C. Think six beautiful thoughts before breakfast, and remind yourself just before you walk out the door no one’s ever too old to

1. believe in kindness

2. write love letters on paper napkins

3. or go walking in the garden, in the moonlight, just because.

I know these days we don’t have to walk far to find sadness and misery; shit knows where to find us. But, always keep in mind that no one can fuck up your life for you—no one has that much power over you; no one should. So, live beautifully. Remind yourself to live beautifully because you can, because you choose to.  To my girl friends who are going through difficult times: quietly, kindly, gently. Tough times don’t last; tough people do.

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