I am a fortunate person. Sometimes when faced with frizzy hair, cellulite and life at the Cube Farm, it's hard to remember how fortunate I really am.
Spent a few hours with some girlfriends tonight and that will lighten the load of any woman. Okay, fine, we topped off 4 bottles of wine, but still - even un-tipsy, these are felines I'm willing to spend my free time with.
Anyway - art. It is in the silly stories shared. It is in a quick "we have a secret" wink. It is in the intelligence of flip-flops. And sometimes we have friends who have an entirely artful way they look at life. I have many of those friends. This is one.
The point? Art is everywhere. Even in the loud chaos and incoherent chatter. Especially then.
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It was 4 bottles, wasn't it. Alright, this is 4 bottles talking - I agree. I am blessed to have beautiful friends with different upbringings, eclectic interests and different outlooks on life (but not entirely different). We all have a different day when we get up in the morning. I think about what it is we have in common. And I realize that we had loving, accepting parents and a childhood of good memories. We're close to our families. And we learn from each other. How sad it would be if we were all the same.
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