Hi Friends,

Alas, despite my best efforts, I’m in a bit of a funk. I keep knocking on the seed of creativity and getting NO response. It’s a bad feeling.

But life continues on! We are hosting Thanksgiving here tomorrow so I’ve been researching “easy pecan pie bars” and “Thanksgiving tablescapes” like the goddamn Martha Stewart I am slowly becoming. Just kidding. Despite living in Greenwich, I will never be anything like Martha Stewart. I watched her documentary and if I had even one inch of her self-discipline or self-motivation I would be a drastically different person. Martha, for example, would never allow such vast quantities of toddler pine-cone art in her Thanksgiving tablescape.

Anyway, watching the Martha documentary reminded me that I want to share with you a question.

I was reading a book the other night when I came across this quote: “Sitting opposite someone in a subway car, I often ask myself, “why am I not that woman?”

!!

Not the pat, “what’s it like to be that woman?” or “why is that woman the way that she is?” No.

Why am I not that woman?

It’s properly disorienting. Makes my brain do a pleasant little stutter step.

I think I like it so much because it gets at the heart of what makes being a human so deeply strange. Even if your instinct is to answer it by saying, “because I’m not and it’s stupid to ask” it still forces you, even for a millisecond, to consider that you could be. Because why the hell not? We have no idea who we are before we’re born or what happens after we die - maybe all of us, at one point or another, are that woman.

Xoxoxo,

Henley

3 CURES FOR DEPRESSION

You probably shouldn’t take advice from me, the depressed, but, ah, well, here we go: