It's been a week over here my friends. I have been in a fuuuunuunnk since returning from the writer's retreat. My writer friends share that this is completely normal and unavoidable. Regardless it's been rough, so what do I do when I'm in funky town? I GO TO THE LIBRARY and get me some book medicine (in case you didn't know there is always book candy, book love, and book medicine available to you) My book medicine for the week was Nora Ephron's " Crazy Salad Some Things About Women & Scribble Scribble Notes on the Media." The title of today's episode is taken from something she said about her college reunion where she realized they were never asked what they "thought" about anything. They were taught to describe everything but not to have an actual opinion on it. For some of you beautiful people this is not an issue but for me it is at the core of my struggle. I have a really hard time saying I don't like something if it's already measured as brilliant or wonderful by whomever; culture, my sister, my bestie, or the New Yorker. And on the flip side if I'm trying to actually make something I will want it to be good rather than ask myself if I like it. Deep sigh. Thanks Nora for the antidepressant reminder that if we even like something, what our heart actually has to say about something is more important than its preconceived goodness/brilliance/genius. We all get to have an opinion for goodness sakes!