I’m currently sitting in a (momentarily) blissfully quiet airport terminal in Toronto, waiting to board my flight. I’m a bit earlier than I need to be but I got through security and customs so quickly – a lovely perk, until you realize you now have 2 hours until you need to be on the plane. Oh well. The protein bar I tucked into my purse didn’t get confiscated, so I can’t complain.
Last night, when I was checking in, I spotted the option to upgrade to Business Class- gave a nod to my mom and asked her if I should. We agreed we’ve been through it of late, life tossing us all the curveballs like one of those machine baseball players use at batting practice. Except the machine malfunctioned and all the balls were propelled towards us. Needless to say, I took the upgrade.
It’s like that line from The Godfather, “leave coach, take Business class.“
Carrying personal stress is baggage I can’t check though, I mean I’m trying either with therapy or reiki or tarot card readings. But hey, if means of lessening my proverbial load are there, I’m gonna try them. You use what you’ve got, the late James Barber would say on his CBC TV cooking show The Urban Peasant… a show I watched religiously back in the day. I adored him and his outlook and his food; and I definitely grew concerned when he just seemed to be a bit um, “boozy” before the show stopped airing. But hey, sometimes you need to indulge to calm those stresses no one else’s knows about. Within reason, of course.
Of course, sitting in Business Class won’t do much to change things I wish I could change, but if anything it’s a little treat. More legroom and a coffee in a nice mug. We all deserve those things, really. Space to breathe and a bit more care. It shouldn’t be something we have to pay for, it should be a given.
Xo.
I recently met the wonderful musician, Jon Batiste at his concertin Toronto & with or without that badge… I am a VIP damnit! 😘A candid capture.
It’s Saturday night and I’m waiting for Saturday Night Live to start. I’ve been to a taping once, well, I went to the Dress Rehearsal (which I’d highly recommend as you see more of the show- the sketches that get cut when they go live at 11:30pm est). Zach Braff was the host and Maroon 5 was the band. I marvelled at how everything came together. I can only imagine how exhilarating it is, how nerve-wracking it is to work on that show. The time prior, I was with my dad doing a tour of the 30 Rock and we went by the SNL studio- I thiiiiink Skid Row was the musical guest and they were in rehearsal. (Going to the internets, yes it was them! 1991. Kiefer Sutherland was the host.)
Well, last night I made my debut on CBC Radio’s LOL series and I worked very hard to shake the impostor syndrome from my bones. I was invited to do this, I didn’t ask, I was asked! I deserved this!! But everyone on the bill was / is on another comedy level than me… and I worried that I’d get up on stage and my brain would go blank. I’d see my joke titles and have no idea what the jokes were. And the person who booked me would be thinking “why the fuck did we include her?!” Or I’d get dizzy and fall over or … it doesn’t matter because NONE of that happened. It went GREAT. SO GREAT. I took all of the life stress that was waiting for me off stage, and told it to wait in the car with the windows rolled down. Mama had a job to do. And I truly surprised myself. Much like the very first set I ever did back in 2016, I got off the stage last night and knew I had to do that again. THAT felt incredible!
Obviously, the hope is that it could lead to another opportunity. And then tonight, I sat in a pocket of marveling at how I’m 45 years old and sometimes feel 7 years old at the same time. And I thought, WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?! Not that I wondered much about the future when I was 7, but I did start to send away for College brochures when I was 10. (This is 100% true.) What I am doing is living a life on my own terms, for better or for worse. I am creating art. I am believing in my product and not at all sure if I made anything good at all at similar moments. I love what I get to do and wonder if I should go back to school and get a “real” job.
Being an artist is weird.
It’s wonderful and it is weird.
And I’m all in. I love the days where it all works, like last night… and I love the uncomfortable days. Like tonight. Because I think it helps to keep me centered and focused on where this is going. I am comfortably uncomfortable walking this tightrope.
Last night meant the world to me. I was SO grateful for all my friends who came to support and wished some very special folks could have been there- but circumstance didn’t allow for that to happen. My first big TV job was working at CBC on the series Royal Canadian Air Farce… and my dad framed the first paycheque I got from them. My dad came to this country, as did my mom, in 1947 so I know how special it was for them to have me work at a station they had tightly associated with Canada. Their new home. And now, 20 years & change later… I was in the CBC Spotlight, people were cheering for me- this time on the Radio. I love the full circle aspect of it all. As soon as payment comes in from last night’s gig, I’m going to get my dad to help me frame it.
I love that I don’t know necessarily where I’m going as I see another birthday approaching, but I know that I can truly trust my gut and at 45- I believe in my own voice… and that’s saying something.
xo.
Me, circa 2000/2001, when I worked as a Script Assistant on Air Farce at CBC (with our Musical Director, Marv Dolgay).
“In place of resolutions, journal your way into the New Year with five lists.
What in the last year are you proud of?
What did this year leave you yearning for?
What’s causing you anxiety?
What resources, skills, and practices can you rely on in the coming year?
What are your wildest, most harebrained ideas and dreams?”
So! Here are my answers, I encourage you to journal and answer these as well.
What in the last year are you proud of? I am proud of the short documentary that I co-wrote and co-directed, Janelle Niles: Inconvenient (it’s streaming in Canada, hopefully more of the world in 2024). This time last year, as I was preparing to shoot the film- I was so unsure of what would happen to it and it has done SO well. I am proud of my debut comedy album coming into the world, Sugar n’ Spice & Smirnoff Ice (available on all the things- Spotify to Bandcamp). I am proud of all the comedy road miles I put in, I am proud that I did not throw-up on an extremely bumpy flight out of LA during the “HurriQuake” of 2023, I am proud of the creations I put into the world this year from podcasting to food and I am proud (and so happy) that my boyfriend decided it was time to introduce me to his kids. Having our film No Responders Left Behind screen at the 9/11 Memorial & Museum in NYC was a huge honor, only topped by people personally thanking us post screening. Seeing my name in CNN when it played on the channel this fall… then hearing my brothers band in the closing credits- huge huge pride there.
What did this year leave you yearning for? I think 2023 left me yearning for peace- both in the world around me and personally. Personally, I put a lot of art into the world in my own little way but yet I still look to my friends and my peers and I compare. I leave 2023 yearning for peace and quiet in my brain, that I just have gratitude my offerings to the comedy world- whatever the size- happened in the first place. It’s okay not to be on any year-end lists, just as it’s okay to be on them!
What’s causing you anxiety? Professionally, this was a good year and I’m anxious to see what I will create next. Will it be enough? I think there is nervous excitement there, because I have ideas and hopes for what my offerings for 2024 will be. And 2024 itself is causing my anxiety- the world is in a bad space and I’m worried about elections and the continuation of wars and it’s just a lot if I sit and think about it too much.
What resources, skills and practices can you rely on in the coming year? My ability to write, to produce, to edit are all things I can rely on. When I’m in doubt, I can write- if only to clear my own head and get me back on track.
What are your wildest, most harebrained ideas and dreams? Okay let’s go big here… Make a documentary with Questlove, write a screenplay (I have an idea and it’s a really good one!), get a series on Food Network, showcase for Just For Laughs & MAKE IT TO JFL in Montreal, take my one woman show (which is not yet written, but for the purposes of this is) to Edinburgh Fringe, get out of debt & cut up my credit cards and walk away from them knowing they are paid off… and… get a Green card so I can go get that dream job writing for Late Night with Seth Meyers in the US of A. Maybe get married? (I don’t know about that last one, really, it’s a nice idea but not a necessity… but I’d like to live with my boyfriend one day someday. That would be nice.)
xo.
My last morning in 2023 from my big bed at this Airbnb… a new year awaits…
I’m in my second home this Canadian Thanksgiving long weekend, Brooklyn… with my dearest – my boyfriend Adam, and just coming back to a quiet apartment that just a few minutes ago was filled with his children and lots of music and yelling and laughter. While it is strange to not be with my immediate family for Thanksgiving, it’s interesting how life in Pandemic times helped to tempter any feelings of sorrow that I’m not passing turkey and stuffing to my left and right. Because I’ve experienced that recently- a lot of us have. But also, while it’s nice to be in the apartment alone right now and listening to Jon Batiste, I dunno… I also suddenly miss that beautiful chaos that being around kids brings. I find it makes me appreciate the quiet and makes me appreciate seeing them in equal measure.
For a city that I’ve never lived more than 2 weeks at a time in, New York City is very much home to me. But I’ve been coming here since I was a little kid, tagging along on business trips my dad had here… coming here in my teens…. my 20s… and so on. I had a brief romance with a guy who lived in Queens in my 20s, that ended up an epic disaster. All my fault, my anxiety out of control- okay I shouldn’t say it was all my fault … but I didn’t know how to verbalize what was wrong in my head. That break-up led to my starting treatments and well, the bad break-up had a purpose I guess. Early in my stand-up career, I played Gotham Comedy Club ( a BIG deal!). I have had a variety of highs and lows in this city at different stages of my life.
Last night while we were walking to what ended up being quite the “interesting” gig, I noticed at one point a hotel I had stayed at a few years before- knowing full well that romance was DOA and ultimately had my heart broken. We were about 2 blocks away from where I now stood. And the woman who was likely at that same corner a few years earlier… would be quite pleased with where she ended up. On the other corner, the other side of the street- miles happier and more fulfilled. I smiled at the thought that all those paths led me here. It’s always interesting when you stop and turn your head and acknowledge what has zoomed by you… because ultimately, life goes by faaaaast.
But nothing of what that relationship was served me any purpose. No, scratch that, it served the purpose in that none of that was what I wanted anymore. It’s interesting how contentment is so calming, when the initial fear of it wears off- because I think I took great pleasure in trying to fit a square peg in a round hole for a while. Just to show I could make it work. But it never did. And I do feel some nervousness admitting that I’m content, happy… but I’m putting it out there. We’ll see how it grows. And I don’t put this just on relationships, but work too… I think while we do have to take some jobs to make ends meet, if you can find a place to do work that brings contentment… oh- that’s where the magic is.
Apropos of nothing… One thing I think really isn’t serving me much purpose anymore is alcohol. I was presented the prettiest drink last night, and I will say I do not drink often, but it was the prettiest drink… and just a few sips kicked my ass so hard. So I stopped, buzzed enough that I realized this wasn’t fun anymore. And buzz enough that I knew my body was putting up all the white flags. A while after the show, at our diner, where we had our first meal together… I got to talking to a woman in the restroom (or as we say back home, washroom) who couldn’t find the soap… she laughed as she said “Oh, I am so very very drunk right now”. I had had five sips about 2 hours earlier and I was praying for a miracle.
A beautiful drink, yes… but might be my last one for a whiiiile….
I don’t want to go to there again, personally. A point where I find the humor in being drunk. At a point where knowing the excitement of the moment comes with no strings. No thanks. I want the mess of the strings, the mess of figuring things out. I’m good with a warming cup of coffee, midnight breakfast that is being consumed way too late for my metabolic contentment and knowing that the kids are coming by in the morning.
The first day of October has come to an end, and it will resonate with me for one particular moment… it was the day I got my very first payment from sales of my comedy album. The actual amount I received is beside the point. But as I was walking to the grocery store, getting ingredients to make Nanaimo Bars with my pal Kirsten, as I was walking… I just heard comedian Leslie Jones in my head going “Do you realize you just got MONEY from YOUR COMEDY ALBUM??!! Fuck ya! Appreciate that shit!” I stopped walking for a beat. Yeah. Look at me go!!!
Now, I need to mention that I recently read Leslie’s book Leslie F*cking Jones. It’s an incredible book, raw and kind. Funny and a cold shower of truth. And oddly relatable… like, relatable to a point where I’d have to stop reading on the subway because I felt like she was really getting me. And we’ve never met. But the whole thread in her book of not taking shit from no one & appreciating your worth – it hit home. I know I need to get waaaay better at that, or Leslie is gonna have some words for me. 😉🫶
If the result of reading her book is more self-confidence? Amazing. If I now have an inner Leslie Jones telling me I need to appreciate myself & know I’m worthy of an opportunity? Amaaaazing.
The very first time I made money doing stand-up, I framed it. There’s a $20 dollar bill in my room, in a cute frame, the date I received it long faded away. But today, I got paid from an album of my jokes that people have bought!!! It’s kind of heady. I remember when I was handed that $20, my friend Allan saying: “you’re a working comic now, Kelly… use this to buy food.” Today I used my album money to buy food. I gotta take a moment to appreciate that. And if the chips ever get really down? I have that $20 in a frame. Money I made telling jokes.
I realize I’m a tiny fish in a big pond… but I’m in the pond, at least. I’m producing shows and making spaces for my friends to do their thing- whether they can walk in the room or roll in on their scooters. I had two shows this week that just solidified that I’m living a purposeful life.
September 2023
I have a lot to learn, though. I have big items on my to-do list… along with things like remember to breathe. But I want the opportunities! I want to challenge myself!! As my inner Leslie Jones would likely say “put me in coach, let’s fucking GO!”
And you know what you can go do? Get my f*cking album!!! Please & thank you. I worked really hard on it. 😊 🫶
But here I am in Ottawa, in the cutest neighborhood I’ve ever seen- straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie Backlot. Which explains why A LOT of Christmas movies are filmed in this town. I went to a café today where I half expected the protagonist to run in, exhausted and tell me the church bake sale can’t happen because there was a problem with their oven & the sale was starting in 2 hours…
But I guess I’m the protagonist here. Co-directing a short film! I am playing the role of Woman Who Has A Vague Idea Of What She Is Doing & Is In Charge. Our first day of filming was good. Tomorrow will be a full day and a hard day, but our team is solid so I have to leave it up to the movie gods that we get ‘er done. And as HARD as this has been and is, I had a moment where I looked at our set for tomorrow & thought “huh, all of this I created in my bedroom back in November- and it’s actually happening”.
I always ask my spirit guides to show me a heart ❤️ whenever I need to know if I’m doing the right thing, going in the right direction, if it’s going to be okay. And when we looked at the bedrooms in our Airbnb- I knew this was the one…
Signs, signs… everywhere there’s signs…
Directing is hard.
But, what is carrying me is the appreciation that people have that we’re doing this film which, I can’t talk about… yet.
And what is carrying me is a supportive family, friends, my marvelous boyfriend. And this team.
I don’t know what I’m doing doing this, but I’m here. The bake sake will go on!
For quite a while I was not drinking, for health reasons… then I started to have like, a glass a month. Not judging myself, after all I have no heavy vices- but this week I have had three glasses of wine. Yes, in 7 days I have had three glasses of wine but for me that is A LOT. But this week has been A LOT. And I have been in need of something to make the something feel like nothing. Without going into specifics, I’ve been caring for two people who have had covid. They know who they are- you reading this might know who they are. And it’s been a lot for my brain… along with making sure the basics were had (hydration, rest, medicine), I have checked in with myself to calm and remind myself “I can handle this” and I have asked friends/family to remind me that I can handle this. Because I have felt that I might not be able to. But I have been able to. And then there has been A LOT of work to do- a bounty this week, which my bank account is grateful for. My stress level a bit lower, knowing money is being earned. I have checked in with myself to calm and remind myself “You are creating art, and finding ways to create your art” and I have had friends remind me that I am doing a lot and doing it as well as I am able- which is all I need to do. So, there has been wine. Yes. THREE glasses. Only three glasses.
I am letting myself indulge, and to some friends I have failed in my quest to be booze free. But I am not my friends. And I am not perfect. And that is okay! For me, this works. And honestly, I need to work on not being perfect- I need to work on (proverbially) scrapping my knees up a bit. I often times fear that I’m not giving my best to someone because I’m afraid they will judge me- so to avoid judgement, I aim do everything right. You have one job! Well, my one job needs to be to not care about my one job… so to speak. I told my therapist today that I hate phoning it in on stuff. I hate not giving someone my best self. I don’t like to half-ass anything, and yet when it comes to not judging myself? I am doing a half-assed job at not judging myself. And that was a big breakthrough today, not everything has to be shiny and laminated and perfect and polished. Does it have a tear in it? Yes. Will it bother me? Probably. BUT!! There is tape. And no one else sees the tear, Kelly. Jesus.
It’s kind of funny, my work on is to care less. Well, not care less… I will ALWAYS let my empath light shine… but I can disappoint people- scratch that, I will disappoint people. I will forget stuff. I’ll make someone mad. I’ll make myself mad. It’s okay!!!
And that’s my big announcement for today, friends… I, Kelly Zemnickis am NOT perfect! And that is perfectly fine!!
I’m just home from a concert. I do not know when I was last at a concert, at the beautiful Winter Garden theatre no less. A place I once worked as an usher. It’s a gorgeous theatre- it’s a garden indoors! Who doesn’t love that?! But I went to see a musical comedy duo called Ninja Sex Party, two guys I hadn’t seen in YEARS.
MANY moons ago, I was dumped by a guy I really thought I was going to marry. We had met at the theatre I was at tonight. And hours after my heart had been busted I answered an email from a friend asking if anyone had room to house two guys for the upcoming Toronto Sketch Fest. They were visiting from the States. And I vaguely recall what I wrote in the email, but I think it said something like I have room for guests, but I just got dumped so I don’t know if I’m the right person to stay with but maybe it would be nice to have some company.
And Julianne wrote me back, to say thanks and that she’d send the guys my way. And then she told me to listen to this song, as it would be sure to make me smile. This was the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcmBALxDkRY
It did the trick. The guys arrived a few days later and were the absolute kindest guys, eager to eat the meals I had made and be like two big brothers, listening to my stupid stories about my dumb ex-boyfriend. I took them to my favourite spots to eat (a few of which no longer exist), they met my brother, I saw them perform at Comedy Bar where I’m pretty sure I was THE MOST enthusiastic person there.
And there I was tonight, in the top balcony, amongst A TON of VERY ENTHUSIASTIC fans. Looking down at Dan and Brian just crushing it, and remembering how a few blocks away they stayed in my very tiny condo. Brian’s blow-up mattress taking up the majority of my living room, and Dan claiming the couch and being so lovely to talk to.
I’ve seen these guys play in comedy clubs, in dive bars in New Jersey where I thought a guy spent the night staring at me, only to be told by Brian’s wife afterwards that the guy I thought was staring at me all night was A MANNEQUIN. That was the last time I saw Dan, at that club, I had hoped we could have another of our chats after the show but some ladies wanted to see him and he had to be the guy to be seen. So off the rest of us went, to a diner post show in New Jersey and ordered pie from a salty waitress who made it clear she had no interest in being where she was.
I fell asleep on the car ride back.
All of this was coming back as I soaked in the roar of the crowd. All of them singing along. One of whom was boldly disobeying the no filming policy the ENTIRE show.
I remember staying at Brian’s lovely apartment in NYC with him and his wife for a night or two. I looked forward to returning. And then they announced they were moving to California. And little by little, I lost touch with them both. But I knew their star was rising.
I marveled at what I saw them do tonight, remembering Dan sauntering on that stage at Comedy Bar a long long time ago- but much as he did this evening. And I can only imagine was all of this feels like to THEM- but as someone who knew them when… It was a trip to experience this tonight. The looooong lines for merch. Being amongst a handful of fans who waited for them post show at stage door… until I realized the time, remembered I am 44 and got my ass back on the subway home. A young man, and fellow fan, wishing me “a good night” as I walked away. He was probably thinking okay mom’s gone now, there’s one less person who will take my time away from these guys.
Oh, if only he knew that Brian and Dan once sat with me on my floor and they played me songs…
I’m not sure if our paths will ever cross again, but oh what they’ve accomplished impresses me so. (Even what I’ve done since I met them impresses me so!) It was wonderful to see old friends working at the theatre, and to see old friends on the stage of the theatre. And when they inevitably play Madison Square Garden one day… I will be there in the crowd… marveling at the places we’ve been and have yet to go.
I remember that top. I remember that young gal of 33. I remember how incredibly grateful I was to make new friends in Dan & Brian in this tiny condo.I recently found a photo from the last time I saw Brian & Dan… in 2012.
It’s terribly late & I should go to bed but I have to get some thoughts out before my head hits the pillow. As I reflect on the day, it’s been “a day”. Good & bad.
Bad in that money woes are weighing heavy on my brain. As is the way when you’re an artist. Not everyone lands that deal or sells that piece right out of the gate! Some aren’t even around to see their work reach that level of fame they were so deserving of. But we stay the course because it’s our calling. Our work may affect millions of people, or 10 people. But we’re not here for any other reason than we love it & we’re consumed by it & we hope that whatever we’re tossing out there sticks.
And then you have that cold shower moment of clarity as you realize rent is due. And you ask yourself if now is the time to deplete your emergency savings as you look for work- any paying work- that allows you to pursue your dreams. And you start crying. And then you realize it’s only 11am. So you send a message in the group text with your friends to get some assurance your life isn’t about to go up in flames and you realize you have to get your shit together because in 60 minutes you’re filming a new episode of your YouTube baking series It’ll Be Fine: A Baking Show.
You have to bake a cake today, girl! There’s no crying in baking!!! You’ve read Like Water for Chocolate! You know your sadness will morph into your food!! So cheer up, for fuck’s sake!!!
And then the good creeps in.
You have a great time baking, momentarily forgetting the clusterfuck that is your financial status because you’re laughing as you make brown butter frosting. And texts from your boyfriend cheer you up. You finish some work, pack up to work a shift at a fave comedy club… little by little picking up some pocket change as the day rolls along. Booking a new stand-up show, too for good measure.
Ending the day, staring at the stars and knowing tomorrow you get to try this all again. Accepting that some days like these are hard, but… you know you’re doing the right thing. You’re on the right path.
After all, you’ve been humming this song ALL day for a reason. 💕
For some reason, at 11pm on July 10, someone across the street decided to light some fireworks. Now, although it is National Pina Colada Day… my guess it wasn’t in celebration of that. And to be honest, though the noise initially bothered me and left me quite confused… it was a beautiful sight. I appreciated what I saw as much as it agitated me. The noise from fireworks is jarring! But, but… they are quite beautiful.
And now my street is filled with the sounds of either police cars or an ambulance or a firetruck. And as I look across the street, cars are in the cul-de-sac for lord only knows what reason. A lot is happening on a Sunday night. The lights of the airport dance in the horizon. My dog is grumbling at something in our hallway. My left jaw still feeling the residual ache of falling SIDEWAYS in my bathroom yesterday. That’s right, I fell sideways! How? Not sure. Not sure how I gave myself the ol’cartoon cane hook around the neck from stage left and pulled myself to the ground.
But all of it, all of this, this is all temporary! It’s not a pocket I sit in often, but when I do I’m mystified by the idea. That one day people will be looking at photographs of 2022 and marveling or reminiscing about how the city looked or how we dressed etc etc. Much as I do when I look at photos from say, 1920. I sometimes stare at those photos too long, willing myself to time travel as best I can, and immerse myself in that picture. Speaking of pictures, I saw a video taken today of a backyard pool party and I watched it with a bit more intensity than planned when I clicked on it. I just sat in a pocket for a moment of seeing what I didn’t have… I don’t have a house, I don’t have pool, I don’t have this … you get the idea. By some accounts, a woman of my age who moved back home and is barely making ends meet would be a sad case to some… but then I stopped myself and said aloud “but look what you DO have”. And I have a life I love, I live a creative artistic life and I am paid to tell jokes! I’m a working comic. I have an incredible boyfriend. I am supported and encouraged by my parents and family. I am a good ally to my friends who use wheelchairs. I have a lot of love and joy in my life- my life is bright and colourful. My tattoos show my love of art. I have a lot in my life and it’s really important to me that I life my life fully, on my terms because I want what I leave behind to be of value- in my writings or my films or… I just want share the love now, each day. And enjoy each moment!
But I do, I love that this is how I spend my life. And I work really hard each day to improve on my craft, be a good teammate to those I work with. So that brief moment of being sad I didn’t have a house with a pool to invite people over to stayed as such, a brief moment. Because today a friend came by to bake cupcakes and then we told jokes at an open mic- working out the rhythms and words. As you do. And being so grateful for the opportunity to go up and try something new. As you should do.
I’ve been re-reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert and the other day while riding the subway I came upon a passage about how ideas come to us and sometimes stay or float away. And how we should appreciate that they come by us at all. Anyway… I had to close my book to get out and change the line I was on from one to the other, and as I did I notice someone in very poor shape sitting on the platform floor. I don’t know if she was on drugs or just in extremely poor health, but I spotted her cup and placed a $5 dollar bill in it. I walked away, and went to open my book again as I waited for my train but I looked over at her again. And she was staring at the bill, inspecting it, feeling the paper. Noticing everything about it. She looked over at me and I nodded and raised my hand a bit as if to say, that’s for you from me. And she bowed her head and smiled before putting the bill in her coat pocket. And I opened my book back up and stared at the phrase “Gratitude, always. Always, gratitude.”
Wherever you find yourself tonight, take it in in a moment of appreciation. Put some money in a strangers hand. That might change their whole trajectory. Create some art. Stare at the stars. And most, best of all … and be grateful for this dance we get to do each day.
Marriage & the Single Girl 