We were in the car on the way to school when Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream played on the radio, right after Taylor Swift’s We Are Never, Ever Getting Back Together. I mentioned to Rory that the singers singing about infatuated romance two years ago have now moved on to bitter break-up songs and something about his expression — first thoughtful, then mildly horrified — made me laugh so hard I almost choked. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. I’m sure whenever it was he was the one who made me do it and we were also in the car, because it felt like such a familiar experience, but wow, it felt rejuvenating. I think I’ve felt happier all morning long because of it.
I wrote yesterday for the first time in weeks. Literally, weeks. This morning, I expected–somewhat gloomily– to hate everything I wrote last night, but in fact, I quite liked it. Whee. I haven’t yet written any more today, but I’m trying to make a pact with myself that I’ll write 1000 words a day of something. If not Time, then a short story or a letter or a blog post. Anything that lets me get back into the habit of fingers moving across the keyboard. This counts as a couple hundred words, but there will be more to come later.