First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

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On the Hunt for Endorphins

February 17, 2011 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

I’m a wreck. In the face of looming life changes too big to absorb or talk about here (for now), I’m trying to find equilibrium. None of my usual coping methods of gratitude, popcorn movies, comfort food or soulful prayer, are offering any relief. What marginally works is a nightly martini with vermouth-soaked olives in a frozen glass. Even better is going to my ballet class, where everything is beautiful, despite a broken heart.

Image: Still-life Polaroid by Andy Warhol

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