Watching Sabrina by Billy Wilder (1954)

Wondering what Audrey Hepburn, Apollo's muses, Cher and all of us angels have in common

I’m back angels. Feeling peaceful. This is our default setting now, to feel at peace. I put it down to gratitude. Being grateful for what you have is the key to happiness, says my Mum. Or at least, it’s another charm to add to your key chain, mine’s getting pretty heavy, as we discovered in last weeks story. Anyway, Mum shared that with me, along with other mantras, upon her visit to Los Angeles this summer. Including this banger “love YOURSELF” while pointing her finger right in my face, like a sassy fairy casting a spell. She said this, bidding farewell, before strutting off into the departure terminal.

3 months later, I find myself reflecting on what loving yourself looks like. So here goes.

I practise gratitude when I wake up, it’s my first thought, as I roll over to see Marino. We take turns making each other hot cup’s of tea, before sitting up in bed and saying aloud to the world what we’re thankful for. I know what you’re thinking, Thanksgiving has gotten to me. Corny as hell. And to myself I say, so what if it has? Don’t be jealous of my gratitude. Jealousy is a disease, for which Meredith Marks says, get well soon.

So now I’ve released my judgement towards myself for being so cringe and free I can continue. Sometimes I become so moved by gratitude that I find myself weeping. Is anyone surprised? Certainly dramatic of me, a trait I’ve long been made aware of, thanks to my parents. Something I always felt ashamed of actually, until I realised there’s an entire industry dedicated to being dramatic, so whose laughing now players.