Beyonce has a couple of bits in “Life is But a Dream” where she’s all “intimate with camera” and not wearing much makeup and says shit like “I’m scared, be scared, allow it, release it, move on.”
So, I’m gonna be all like “I had a shitty day that did not turn out the way I expected, i’m gonna feel like shit, allow it, release it, and move on.”
Thanks, B.
So I had a day. One of those days where you intend to do everything, but can’t manage to do much of anything. It was raining. I was tired & uninspired.
I felt stuck, and started thinking about the days and days on end that I would be spending, not really going anywhere. You know, typical walls hit by people seeking employment.
they come, they come
to build a wall between us
we know that they won’t win
I heard this song in Starbucks today, and it was a blast from the past. It reminds of being 19, driving home late at night, and not having a care in the world except chasing a good time. I hope I never forget that feeling.
Last week, I listened to lots of campaign and political operatives frankly discuss searching for jobs and life situations between campaigns. There was knowing, awkward laughter in our crowd when one of them said, “I slept on a couch for 7 weeks and it stunk, and then I got a shitty job on The Hill, and I was still broke … I had some really sad times.”
Though this woman has a great career now, it was an awkward laughter because she’s been in our shoes. She was sad, and now she knows we’re sort of sad. But hopeful, too. She told us to hustle, and most of us will.
I couldn’t have been the only one that imagined Hillary as Jenna Maroney from 30 Rock…
THIS. IS. EVERYTHING.
I mean, for God’s sake…I think I could write a more interesting travel blog about a trip to Austin.
Cory Booker continues to slay
