A couple of weeks ago, I had a long phone conversation with one of my best friends who I hadn’t actually spoken to in a really long time. We were filling each other in on what we’d been up to and talking about a trip we were taking together for the second year in a row. Somewhere while talking about what had worked (or not) the year before, she said something that weirdly and completely described our place and time right now. She said something along the lines of, “I think we’re starting to get really good at life!” Meaning, we can cook ourselves decent meals and make our homes livable and pay our bills on time and get our hair cut before it turns insane—all the things we had somehow not been able to successfully achieve the last time we’d seen each other. And at the same time, we’re not totally good at it yet either. We’re still figuring out how to be real, grown up humans.
I want to plant a garden, and pull off a really complicated recipe. I want to have my friends over to get drunk on good bourbon. I want to find out what made good bourbon good and what lipstick looks best and how to fit fashion into your life and not the other way around. So, if any of that works for you, I hope you can join me in figuring out what this whole real human thing is all about.