I was sad today.
I was sad, and I wanted to be alone. Being around people felt like the biggest, most monumental task and I just couldn’t muster the energy for it.
But I did see my best friend for about five seconds, mostly because I left my whole life at her house last night, as I always do. And in that five seconds, as she always does, she managed to astonish me again with what a genuinely good person she is – one of the best and most exceptional people I know wrapped up in the smallest, blondest package.
I was tired and reticent and dully depressed, trudging out the door in pajamas and last night’s Halloween makeup. And instead of wondering what was wrong with me or why I couldn’t just get it together, or why I couldn’t just be fun, she very simply and unassumingly offered up her house as a place to be sad. “You know you can always do that, right?” she said. “You know our house is always, always open to you?” Continue reading