Eat, Pray, Love
Embrace the chaos!
Have a good time anyway!
After a breakup blew up my life, I think I was supposed to get bangs.
Instead, I threw a dinner party and I think you should, too.
At first, things were… bad.
I cried in front of three real estate agents and felt like a wobbly, bewildered baby deer.
Here, shes referring to calamities such as your brisket braising too slowly.
In my fragile state, however, this became profound wisdom applicable to all of lifes difficulties.
Have a good time anyway!
I invited over a group of friends for that Saturday night.
I cleaned two weeks worth of gloom out of my apartment.
There is no time to wallow.
Instead, you must set out cute vintage glassware and vacuum up cat hair.
It felt good to be productive again.
Objectively, I looked terrible that night: dark circles, dull skin, limp hair.
(Maybe I really did need that haircut after all.)
The stage was set.
There was juicy celebrity gossip, generous pours of wine, and enoughscented candlesto mimic a fragrant seance.
My friend cradled my cat while dancing around the living room.
After two miserable weeks, it was a delight to be surrounded by so much love.
It was hardly the first time theyd boosted me up recently.
But that was crisis mode.
One meal cant fix everything, but its a start.
