spatz: Charlie in silhouette facing away, looking at skyscrapers lit up by the sun, caption "Life" (Life Charlie skyscrapers title)
spatz ([personal profile] spatz) wrote2013-02-21 09:00 pm

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Today was a really good day.

I woke up to a long AO3 kudos notification, which told me that a specific someone left kudos on over half the stories I've written. Sometimes, kudos can be frustrating because writers like words and therefore comments, but I love when someone clearly liked a story enough to go read everything I've ever done.

Then I went to work. Thursday is one of my short shifts, so I only had two clients, but the first was a favorite client who was, in fact, the first person to ever request me as a therapist when I started, and I love working on her. The second was new, but she was great. Most people I see are like brick walls of chronic tension, which is an interesting challenge but you do sometimes feel like you've been repeatedly ramming yourself into a wall at the end of the day. But this lady just...melted like butter. It's rare, and very satisfying. Plus, she wanted foot work, which I am awesome at thanks to practicing on [livejournal.com profile] inmyriadbits.

(I did somehow managed to make it all the way out to the car after my shift still wearing my lotion holster. Sexy.)

After that, I wandered over to see Life of Pi in 3D before it left theaters, but I was early, so I sat in the parking lot for half an hour and wrote Finch/Reese porn. Yup. (almost done with the Louis Pasteur PWP! whoo!)

I don't want to get into the details of Life of Pi in this post, but it was an utterly gorgeous movie. More than that, it was the kind of rare piece of storytelling where I stopped thinking about anything else and just watched the movie. Usually, my brain is playing the song currently stuck in my head and thinking about fannish things or critiquing the film from an academic standpoint or being annoyed at the gender politics or a million other things. But today, I was just sitting in a room with a good story and a sense of wonder, and came out feeling very peaceful. That's some damn good filmmaking.

So I went home and watched the sunset, which was gorgeous, and Lindsey made me tea because she magically got home 30 seconds after me, and she gave our neighbor a poster she'd found that she thought was for his lost cat, and then we cracked up laughing at a jogger with a flashing Rudolph-the-Reindeer butt light on our way to the grocery store, and then she answered an important and tragically belated email while I made salad, and then we watched Elementary (from a few weeks ago) and then I gave her a massage.

It was a good day.