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Yes, you have to work hard.
But occasionally, you have to stop working to rest. Or relax. Or, occasionally, to celebrate.
And by “you”, as The Youngster used to say, I mean “me.”
I’m still working—hahaha—on all of these things: learning to rest, relax, and (occasionally), to celebrate. Last night, for example, I sort of relaxed while my good friend and even better sport Heather Parlato painstakingly coconut-oiled my scalp, so my soon-to-be-barren dome wouldn’t look all scabby and gross after the shaving. We caught up on gossip during and I had a rosé-wine spritzer after, so I’m counting it in the “fun” column.
I hope you are putting things in your own, personal “fun” column. I hope that occasionally, your “fun” column runneth over onto the other side of the page. Fun (or even “fun”) is a necessary component of human existence—even the existence of steadfast and earnest, workaholic writers.
Or so they tell me.
P.S. As per the looooong video above, I would love it if you decided to come have some fun with me on my birthday, this Tuesday, September 13. Owing to my nervous-Nellie conservatism about too many people at my host’s house and plain old bad math, I initially released far fewer tickets than I probably should have. This has been corrected. Please buy one! I have to spend all this money on the food and drink anyway; a few more heads will make the party more fun, and still be wildly cost-efficient. Yay, efficiency!