Eleven years ago today I broke my neck and foot and sustained a severe concussion at a Boston production of Sleep No More. I was taking in this annoyingly avant-garde staging of Macbeth (yes, the cursed play) with my best friend and first boyfriend, all of us reunited for our 20th high school reunion, when I pushed through one of its many mysterious curtains to….fall in the darkness onto a hardwood floor from a stage 15 feet above. The Punch Drunk players had been too punch drunk to safely rope it off, apparently. Continue Reading →
Yes, you read that right. Because in this super-cruddy Covid economy, many of us are having trouble hitting our monthly nut. And I find that, even when we can, the ability to pay our bills is not something we regard as a blessing. Rather, bill-paying looms as a bore—a chore, even.
The truth? While end-stage capitalism often makes unreasonable demands of our resources, humans always have exchanged goods and services for some sort of capital. My point? That it’s wonderfully freeing to be able to pay our own way. That the right to a bank account and wages wasn’t granted to many until late in the last century. And that counting our blessings begets more blessings, because it sends the message to the universe that they are being received so there’s an effective channel through which to send more.
Bottom line? Next time you’re paying your dentist or Con-Ed or even Venmo-ing your pal for last night’s socially distanced dinner, remember to say (whisper, if you feel silly): Thank you, universe, for my ability to pay this bill. Even in this super-cruddy Covid economy, you just may be opening a door for more.