My friend called from New York last night where he just moved to tell me that the first morning he was there he went to the park with his roommate to walk his dog.
"Did you know that you can take your dogs off-leash in Brooklyn parks before 9 a.m. and then again at night?"
I did not.
"You can. And there are SO MANY DOGS. It was BEAUTIFUL, the greatest thing."
He did not hear me crying, this struck me too as beautiful, something so much better than my own day had been, and not just because I don't have a dog anymore, live with one who doesn't have much interest in me, and have no plan to get another any time soon.
I had a terrible day yesterday and today I'm still not feeling well. I can't find a check I need. I have to handle some stupid-ass personal conflict. Someone who tried to help me set me back without meaning to.
I am so over being like this. I want to have better news. I will better news to come, consistently...for the things to stop happening that send me spinning. And it almost seems like the more I try, the more effort I invest in bringing people closer to me and developing good relationships and trying to move on, I get more stuck. It's so weird. Driving home on the highway in the dark, though, I was so happy for my friend. His progress, too, has been a long time coming and this move monumental. It was good to hear about it as it began.