So it’s June gloom time here in normally sunny L.A. and this is typically the time of year when all the rich people get out of dodge and all of the poor people get depressed. I’m not rich (yet) and I have no desire to get depressed so I’m sort of in a bind but…I have a plan. Yesterday when I woke up to overcast skies and and my husband leaving for work I got out of bed and thought…”F this, I’m getting right back in.” 2 and 1/2 hours later when me (and the dog) got up I felt relaxed, refreshed and like I had gotten away with something delicious. I threw on my fancy scarf and my TOMS over my P.J.’s and walked Sid to the Oaks Gourmet to get a coffee.

Now this was an unusual day – nothing was too pressing, my blog post was up and I didn’t have any auditions but how often on a day like today do I still force myself out of bed so that I can get on with productivity. The answer is a lot and it felt so frickin luxurious to shake up the routine. My mother would say that computers, the internet and our collective “self promotion” kick has forced everyone to labor away in their own personal sweatshop 24hrs a day and she has a point.

June gloom is sort of like Fall in the Northeast and people enjoy the hell out of that. It all reminded me of the old spiritual adage to go with the flow of your life instead of working against it. “Make the best of it!” as I imagine people said back when girls wore poodle skirts and drank malteds on a Friday night.

 Have you ever been bummed about something, shifted your perspective and realized it wasn’t bad at all? I’d love to hear.

xx,

AA