Silent Music, Hidden Dragon
Why you should spend money on “stupid” things
Stupid party. I had been calling it “stupid party” for months. Long before it was a party. When it was only an embryonic idea and a five hundred pound deposit. In late February, when I still hadn’t drummed up the courage to actually invite anyone and the next down payment was due, I got cold feet and cancelled. Spent all night googling less insane alternative celebrations, feeling increasingly hollow. No, I did not want to hire two overpriced yurts for just me and immediate family on an anodyne field site with manicured paths and plastic jacuzzis for almost the same price as the (much better) thing I was cancelling. The next morning, I did a one-eighty. The “stupid party” was back on.
From January through August, it remained, like a pressure sore. Nudging me awake at 4am to remind me of something I should have done months ago. Cracking me to tears when I opened the ‘invites’ spreadsheet while my daughter (a calm and inveterate planner…
