I’m working from my Dad’s office today. It’s not quite Aronauer & Aronauer, Attorneys at Law like he envisioned when I was a kid, but whatever.
Walking through Grand Central this morning, I saw a family friend out of the corner of my eye. It was the morning, we were both going to work and we don’t really care about each other: There was no reason to say hello. But she looked so worn down by life. As I recall, it was her first child’s birthday a few days ago. It’s absurd for me to expect her expression walking to work to reflect this, but she just seemed quietly miserable.
I feel the opposite. For the first time, I’m excited about what my life can be. Also for the first time, I have faith in myself to make it that.
Plus, I was listening to Jens Lekman’s “Black Cab,” which always puts me in a good mood.
