Nipples, eyeballs, and letting go of anxiety
Last weekend, this article came out in the Philadelphia Inquirer. It’s a sweet and funny read that captures nicely the little slice of paradise I’ve managed to find since moving to the Jersey shore.
It’s always strange to see the lovely/nutty of your life through someone else’s eyes. Like any kind of portrait, the Inquirer article provides me with perspective.
I’m happy that the hell of the last few years—with the Portland poo and the Richmond ridiculousness—is over, but the anxiety that all that crap created still clings to me. It’s a conscious and constant process to shake it off and trust that most people really aren’t out to screw one another. Reading reporter Amy Rosenberg’s description of a Tuesday night on Long Beach Island helped do that just a little bit more.