Mr Darcy takes a Podcast (part deux)

I feel so lucky that after the first shit show, Mel Evans had me (and Jessica Kent) back to talk about more things that ruin the stuff I love.

This time it was five hundred pages of salacious, incomprehensible, "Victorian," dribble that makes me wonder how hard it actually is to get published.

Trust me when I say the podcast is far more enjoyable than the book.

Listen here.

Warning - its pretty blue. So just, obviously, I have no idea what any of the words I'm saying mean, Mom and Dad.

Happy Friday. You have earned a laugh.

Is enough enough

I have not been writing because I have been really busy trying. I have been trying so. hard. and I feel like I have been coming up empty. I'm not working out long enough, I'm not eating well enough, I'm not getting work done, I'm not getting laundry done, I don't have enough joie de vivre, or enough minutes, or enough pairs of tights.

So this rocked me pretty hard this morning. It boggles my geedee mind that a woman who got paid bank to go to Bali and fall in love and write about it is feeling the same way I do. And then it sometimes makes me feel worse because like, I haven't done anything so what I am complaining about?

What am I complaining about?

I guess if Lizzy G. can feel crappy and incomplete then I should relish in the fact that I do too. Julia Roberts can play you in a movie and you can still doubt yourself, so let's just keep going guys.

A yoga teacher this week reminded me that life is too short to be anything but happy. So here is to happiness - to hair curling class, to finally getting my leg straight in standing forehead to knee pose, to a weekend that will include a crabcake, to getting actual mail from my baby sister, and emails from people who think I'm a person to know.

UPDATE! I also feel like this and it feels way better.