Can't Handle This

Introspective. Thought-provoking. Damn hilarious.

Make Happy was delightfully surprisingly. One average Sunday evening, I was compelled to watch Bo Burnham's new comedy special on Netflix. No one had directly recommended it to me, the sudden interest came out of thin air. As I pressed play, I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. The first few minutes were questionable. "Is this the type of comedian that will make me laugh out loud or make me press stop and never think of them again?" I'm glad my attention span persisted and I'm thankful because this show was so special. Nowadays "special" has such a negative connotation, but I mean it in the most sincere way. His sense of comedy and social commentary have so much thought and intellect. Not everyone is going to like Bo Burnham's comedy style or performance, but I was entertained; it made me think and laugh and cry. That night, I watched all three of his comedy shows back to back. I will never be the same.

I Heart NY

"It was official. A new season had begun. Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change, so do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart, and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away." ― Carrie Bradshaw

Let The River Run

I'm in serious need of a boost, inspiration, motivation.

In the last few days, Carly Simon has been following me. I think it's a sign from the universe to start to refocus my life. I've been in such a rut. This song is exactly what I need right now. It reminds me to not get stuck, even when I'm in the darkest place, where I feel lost and alone, but I must keep going. I have to stop falling into this trap. I hope to turn this around. I don't want to fall any further. I must rise. Keep running. Keep persevering. Keep believing.

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters. 

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem. 

Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song. 

It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching. 

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters. 

We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark'ning dawn. 

It's asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
You've never even seen
In the eyes of your lover. 

Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters. 

It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching. 

We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters. 

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.