Tonight has been one of those nights spent looking for a quick fix to numerous problems.
I would love to say that I'm focused on, and trying to solve, the problems of others, of people close to me, but tonight it's much more selfish than that. I'm trying to put a band-aid on the things that are keeping me awake at night. The things that affect my life, whether it be directly or indirectly, that I have little to no control over, but feel as though they are slowly breaking my spirit nonetheless. This all sounds a tad dramatic, and I'm sure it legitimately is, but the joy of having my own blog is being able to indulge in my dramatic side from time to time. The saving grace in all of this is my knowledge that there is reality at the core of my drama.
So, tonight's band-aid has come in the form of conversation with an old friend over a shared quesadilla; the smooth warmth of tequila enjoyed in a couple of margaritas; and the quirky appeal of a Woody Allen movie.
It's just a quick fix, but I'll take it for tonight.