Sketchbook Dump #4
lol covid numbers are up
Stay positive, don’t test positive! My new life motto.
There are so many small joys of the holiday season (that covid is currently trying to rob us of AGAIN). I love looking at shoppers rush around the store, everyone with all their bags filled with gifts that probably won’t be that appreciated their moody 14-year-old nephew, but they can at least be like “hey, I spent money on you, and that means a lot.”
It literally does though mean a lot though, to spend money on people. Especially when you don’t have it. Though honestly most of the rich people I know are stingy, so… seems like it means a lot to them too to “cover the check” when they literally “have so much money” that it “doesn’t matter how much you order” and it “won’t effect their ability to rent that month.”
My gals and I went on our annual “let’s go see all the holiday windows!!!!” outing last week in Manhattan and it was an utter delight. The light show at Saks on 5th Ave literally never fails. Which, when you think about it, is hilarious. It’s lights. It’s just, lights. Lights that turn on and move around, and then they play the music to it. In theory, this shouldn’t be something to revel at. It shouldn’t feel so overwhelmingly beautiful. But it is. I felt like I was 5 again and I was so excited that Santa was coming. Speaking of feeling five, I ordered hot chocolate at a diner yesterday and felt like my niece Lily, who lives on chocolate. I very honestly wanted to order a second hot chocolate but I was like, woah Hilary calm down, that sounds borderline illegal.
Omicron is very much here in New York and very much threatening to ruin my happiness. Yesterday morning I had that awful sinking feeling of “do we not get to have any fun again?” Which is currently sending me spiraling into that old familiar “I’m trapped!!” anxiety. Lately I’ve figured out a lot of my nervous energy can be dealt with if I just get the fuck out of the apartment. So I vowed to myself to literally just leave. Go anywhere but stay in my home office. And it was working!!! Oh, the irony. The @greenpointers instagram account has informed me that 1 in 3 people in my neighborhood are testing positive for covid. There goes my self soothing plan.
The therapist I’ve had for 3 years is closing her practice. She didn’t tell me why, but I have theories. (Am I Bob from What about Bob?)
I am one of those people who could literally live inside a therapist’s office. I find them so fucking cozy. But who therapizes the therapists? I guess, more therapists. But then who therapizes the therapists who therapize the therapists? The more I write this the more all I see is Darrell Hammond as Sean Connery in Jeopardy on SNL.
I have begun working on my new book (read: I have not begun working on my new book).
I can’t say what it is yet but I think I’ll be able to in the new year. Balancing out an artsy freelancing life is always a major battle for me, and for obviously everyone who chooses this career path. There’s so many challenges between financial and emotional well being. When do you stand up for yourself? When do you just take a job you know you’ll hate but you need the money? How do you get up in the morning? These basic types of issues, you get it.
I’ll end with this. The new Sex and the City revival is so bad and yet, I’m here for it. Like I knew how bad the writing was, but I was still so emotional. I can’t help it. (Also, watched this before the news on Chris Noth came out which is so fucking upsetting I can’t even talk about it!!!!!).
Thank you for reading! New posts every Friday!
ICYMI: covid is back
Song on repeat: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Judy Garland
Can’t stop talking about: how many people are testing positive
Obsessed with: not testing positive
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