Thursday, May 23, 2019
I just wanted color.
Last day at the factory before roughing it at the Four Seasons. I may not take any photos at all. I relax when I think of lying by the pool with a frozen drink in my hand. Who needs to try photographing drag queens with a leica and a flash in hand? Getting my ass kicked might make a good story, something that has been lacking here, but at this point in my recovery, I don't think that it is worth it.
I was talking to a sad person yesterday. She has been perpetually sad for a year. She is a bit of a drama queen, but she doesn't need to be sad. I told her that she is telling herself the wrong stories. She needs to change the narrative, tell the story in a different way. That's the beauty of being human, I said. We can always change our mind.
"That's what my therapist says."
Fuck yea. I am ready to begin my second career as life coach. I knew I had it in me.
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:40 AM
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