Ilsa,
I just want to take a
moment to say something. Lately I've been going through a pretty rough
time: feeling lousy and very depressed, the overnight shift has been
really wearing me down and I spend my days off basically never leaving
the house. Because I sleep during the day even on my day off, I never
see you or any other of my friends. I know somethings gotta change but
I'm not sure what at the moment. And then I'll look at your blog.
You always always always look at the positive in
everything. You celebrate a book or some music or a film with such joy
and abandon. I used to do that. You get out and about with friends and
family going to new restaurants and new and interesting places. You
went to Italy ... to the British Isles . . . to Belgium . . . and now it
looks like California? My God, you're the most inspiring person I
know. Every time I see your blog, while I'm sitting around in my morass
of apathy, pessimism and depression, I feel like I should be taking you
as an example of how to live. Not to simply exist -- but to really
live -- to experience life and all the interesting and exciting things
in it. Each post, I think, pushes me a little closer to raising myself
up from the depths and making a change.
I just wanted you to know that you're an inspiration
to me -- a beautiful, legendary, super star! I just hope that one of
these days I'll be able to shake off this blanket of sadness and be more
like you. This is just my clumsy way of letting you know how much I
think of you.
Love and mittens,
Rick
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