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As we sat around the dinner table contemplating what we, as a family, were going to do this holiday season, things got quite loud – as you might suspect they would with six opinions. We had a lot of questions to answer and agree upon as one family unit. Were we going to invite family over to our house? Were we going to any particular family member’s home? Or was it just going to be us this year?
I used to be part of that life. Fashion Week is like the Oscars for fashion people – you spend days in advance planning your wardrobe. You make sure that you’ll attend every ‘important’ show or party. I packed two bags of black clothing plus amazing scarves, jewelry and shoes. Then I worried endlessly about those clothes, jewelry and shoes. I worried people would think I was no longer relevant since I’m not part of this life anymore.
I’ve always known that daydreaming wasn’t something you were ‘supposed’ to do; you are ‘supposed’ to be thinking, not letting your mind wander.
But I never thought it was that bad.
It’s the day after the election, and I haven’t stopped exhaling. While you’re reading this, I assure you that I am still exhaling. I’ll admit it; I was wound up tight and losing sleep. I read every poll, compared them to the past, to the analysis, to the blogs and to the posts. I know it’s all a grueling system designed to make us nuts, but the truth is, we were all standing at a crossroads of tightropes
Dana Goldberg will be spreading her brand of joy Thursday, Nov. 15 at eden bar and cuisine lounge, 3090 Downing St. Doors open at 7 p.m
The accident happened right before I was scheduled to go on retreat to work on my book. I had a whole schedule of events leading up to leaving town, plus a detailed agenda for my retreat. Everything changed when I sprained one of my hands in the accident. As a writer, having a sprained hand is a bit challenging.
As I got older, adventures seemed to stop being around-the-corner affairs. The desirable places weren’t accessible on road trips – you can’t drive to Paris. Flying became a necessity. Now, I’m on a plane every week. Compared to 30 years ago, it’s not so glamorous.
My favorite holiday is almost eerily upon us. As an occasion, Halloween just speaks my language – at least it does now. I’m enamored with its form and function: the frights, the freaky fun and the costumes. If you know me, you know that my regular clothes can occasionally border on costume, especially on the weekend. But it’s more than that. I’ve had a hate/hate/love relationship with fear my whole life: controlling it, being devastated by it, embracing it.
