You know that split second where you realize—finally—that everything is going to be okay?
Sometimes it starts gradually. It’s weeks, or even months, of steadily making peace with yourself, taking deeper breaths. And then you have that first warm day in March (which from the looks of it will be tomorrow). Or you walk into the house and the light looks different and you realize you feel better than you have in a long time. Or you hear a song that fills you up and you know that even if things are still a little upside down—everything is going to be alright.
It’s going to be okay—press play:
Willie + Muppets = perfect.
“No one’s asking much of you. Just sing little darlin’ sing with me.”
Mainly because Wes Anderson is a genius and deep down we all want to be in the Tenenbaum family (and you can’t go wrong with The Ramones).
“They’ll name a city after us…”
If this could just play every time I walk in the room, I’d be all set.
No troubles at all.
I could be a honey bee. That’d be okay with me.
But if none of that helps: try a little tenderness: