mid-morning revelation.


i had a phone call to make this week. a little one. not the end of the world.

but i'm not so great on the phone. so the whole idea of it terrified me.

i was standing on 57th, shaking in my boots, on hold, when i looked up at the building across the street.
it was glass. and as the sun dove into it, it reflected another building. and something about the meeting of the two--the stone and blue and brilliance of it made me think of rome.

and i took a deep breath wishing desperately i was in the eternal city.

but then i thought, life would be scary in rome too. hell, life is scary everywhere.

and there was something simultaneously exhilarating and unbelievably comforting about that realization.

life is scary everywhere. that's just part of the deal.