How I–snap! click! pop!—went, with what feels like no transition whatsoever, from staying home every night, not even going to yoga, to double-booking every weekend and having to schedule nights off from social stuff, is anyone’s guess, but all of a sudden all my conversations are about how I can make it to this one thing but I can’t make it to this other thing, and I’ll have to be late to something, and I’m not sure about something else. It’s ridiculous and I don’t know how it’s happened, other than that’s just how these things go: cyclically, socially, around and around and back around again.
So right now it’s dinners and coffees and parties—lots of parties: it’s warming up slowly, it’s getting to be the holidays soon—and fundraisers and performances and gigs and barbecues and leaving dos and welcome-backs and a music video shoot and I think even a bowling night in there somewhere. It’s super fun, I’m happy to report, to be me right now: everyone is gorgeous and hilarious, there’s generally yummy things to eat, and it’s pretty exciting just wondering what my hair is going to decide to do (ringlets? fuzz? Amorphous cloud? Who knows? It’s an exciting mystery!) when I leave the house already ten minutes late for birthday drinks.
It seems silly to write about stuff like this—I mean I guess I could just link to my Google calendar, right?—but I just feel like checking in. I’m not sleeping enough and I haven’t had much time to read or write or cook—I mean even a couple of weeks ago I was serenely baking extra batches of cookie dough on Friday nights, just for fun—and the house needs new curtains and I’m not so sure about these new jeans I’m trying to break in since the weekend. I leave for Kuala Lumpur in thirty-three days. Everything’s okay, though, as the year closes down. What’s the difference between pushing yourself through the days to distract from the buzzing in your head, and letting the city and the summer sweep you along in its increasingly energetic flow? Whatever it is, I’m good with it. It’ll all come around soon enough, right, so I may as well enjoy all this fun nonsense while I can. The long light days.