After my weird Hollywood thing ended in 2018, I knew I needed to take some time to just be alone with myself and the baby dog on the beach. We stayed out there for 8 months together, until hiding from disaster became its own disaster.

The pandemic hit shortly after we returned to the real world and then there was no world anymore at all. I found myself on another island, just me and the baby dog, and we have been here ever since.

I will never stop feeling grateful for the solitude. It’s what I had been needing for decades. And I will never stop feeling grateful for the baby dog. She saved me. I had been asking the universe for peace and kindness for years and it finally found me.

But I am done with islands.

My hot take is that pop culture and art and music and fashion and snacks and puppies and drag queens and texting and stupid movies and memes and holding hands and dancing and expensive perfume and very high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fancy bath towels and shiny pretty things and tall boy bathtubs are all actually really important.

The pandemic is hard and endless and there’s no extra credit for suffering. It’s not shallow to want to surround yourself with life and beauty when there is death and sadness all around.

Say yes to all bread.
Chase kindness.
Buy whatever.
Laugh about it.
Cry about it.
You’re doing great.

❤️