Lay in bed with a bag of Doritos, listening to R.E.M’s “Everybody Hurts” on repeat.
Take a long walk.
Participate, halfheartedly, in optimistic conversations with coworkers.
Listen.
Don’t listen.
Dance to Jackson Browne’s “Doctor My Eyes.”
Laugh:
–When a 12 year old Spaniard informs you “the results were caca, mierda, poop.”
–When you overhear a man on the metro saying “the only problem the US has is their vacation times.”
–When the old Spanish dear at the newsstand declares “We have a new president!”
Wonder what’s next?
Light a candle.
Read reactions that are more beautiful and fair than anything you’re capable of producing.
Sit with it.
Take heart, take stock, take a break.
