Ten days ago, trying to write through depression, I posted a story I called The Rainbow Warriors. Yesterday, feeling like depression had wrung every good thing out of me, I posted a notice that I’d be quiet for a while. I just couldn’t see myself writing anything of quality while feeling like this.
Today, I got an email that my story – the one I’d written to try and find some color in a dark place – well, that story’s getting Freshly Pressed. I’m sure I’m jumping some sort of gun here by announcing that before it goes up, but screw guns! The Universe has just glitter-bombed me! And I believe in signs.
So, I’ll be braver. I’ll take this life experience and find not just silver, but platinum linings. I’ll be grateful that I’m feeling something novel – that nearing 30 hasn’t slowed down my rate of brand-new-things to take in – and I’ll try to complain less that the novelties are rarely as simple as they used to be. I’ll embrace this expanded understanding of the human condition, and I’ll channel all these ups and downs and questions and fears and glorious, beautiful slaps in the face into my writing, which I will NOT give up.
And then I’ll dance to this song, because it pretty much sums up how much sense my life has made over the past few weeks. But who needs sense, when we’re all already on this utterly mesmerizing trip through space and time?