In short, yellow makes me happy and so does drinking cocktails in fancy hotel loos. February made me the happiest and saddest I’ve been in months, but on the first Tuesday in March I wore my favorite jumpsuit and felt real pretty and laughed and laughed and laughed, and cried a little bit but only at the emotional bits of the night. I sent myself a voice memo on the cab ride home that went something like this, please remember these moments. I know you’re feeling partly crappy and mostly overwhelmed right now, but you will want to kick yourself months down the line if you waste these nights away. celebrate yourself, tonight and tomorrow and in three years. when you think of how far you’ve come and how magical it felt to walk an artist your dad admires more than most through the crowd of tables and mic stands, how freeing to sit where you stood all those years ago at your very first, very shitty catering jobs, how special to know you survived it all.