bethofalltrades

I want to post, but I also want to get enough work done today to justify taking tomorrow off, so I'll make it short.

I work a lot. I play less. I am okay with this, remarkably. I love the chaos and energy of tour, but right now I'm also enjoying wrapping myself in my comforter and answering emails. Balance. I'm working on it.

strawberryjulia found herself in a bit of a pickle and needed a place to crash for a few days here in NYC. I offered the couch, because that's what I do, and because last fall I posted a very sad blog entry and she replied almost immediately to say that she understood and she hoped that knowing that someone else was awake and reading what I was saying and understanding would help. It came exactly when I needed it. And it did help.

So, two days of the delightful, pink-haired strawberryjulia commenced. I have a longer blog entry in my head all about friendship and the internet and letting people you've never met into your home.

The short answer is, I am really lucky that there is so much love in my life. Hi.

I hope I remember to write that blog.

Oh, and I got a haircut:


It also does this:


Love,
Beth

There are days when you need to crawl into yourself, wrap the blankets around and hang the do not disturb sign on the door.

And then there are days when you need to talk for hours with a friend, sharing banter, secrets, tears, and revelations. I am finding much freedom in opening myself up, in saying "these are the things I don't tell people because I don't want them to think badly of me. But I know you will not think badly of me, so I offer these things to you."

It feels like flying over the ocean.

Not next time, but soon, fewer miles in between.

Love,
Beth

It's only 3,000 miles, give or take a few
Only 3,000 miles between my hands and you
-- Come Home, Ari Hest