The Champagne Cure
There
are not many things in life that a glass of champagne can't cure. I
mean, it can't cure tuberculosis, and I wouldn't try it for alcoholism;
but a bit of bubbly can sure take the edge off of life's trying times.
If I had a genie, I would ask for champagne on command. Then when I saw
someone in tears on the metro or a guest bought her first pair of groove
pants, I'd pop open champagne. Sadness lifted by bubbles. Spontaneous
celebrations galore. Why, we would dance so much more. And be skinny!
Because you know, champagne helps you lose weight.
I could have used a glass of champagne this morning after talking with Jayna's dad about the trial. I could have used a glass of champagne this afternoon when I pitied myself for having to go through a break-up and admitted that this is a shit horrible time. I desperately needed champagne when I opened my gmail and an ad at the top read "Catch Him and Keep Him: 9 Ugly Mistakes Women Make." I needed a damn near bottle of champagne this afternoon when the emotions of the morning, day, week all caught up with me, paralyzing me and rendering me utterly futile. More than anything I wanted to be with the person I love, in his arms. I wanted him to make me laugh with his reassuring words that neither my friends nor my family could provide to comfort me. I had no where to go with my feelings, no where to put them.
During our staff meeting, between tears, I cleared this with my team so I could be present and powerfully deliver our business updates. As we were leaving our meeting, a brilliant and insightful woman approached me and told me she was shocked that I thought I had no where to go with my feelings. Absolutely shocked.
"Why?"
"Because you are a writer, Emma. Just write."
Oh, right.
I am a writer. Not because I have this blog and a lot of people actually read it or because I'm writing a book. I'm not a writer because I wrote about restaurants and fashion, and I'm certainly not a writer because I used to write boring grants. I'm a writer because I always have somewhere to go with my thoughts and emotions. I'm a writer because my authentic self is best expressed in the written word.
Exhausted and ready for bed, I forced my butt down in front of the computer (a glass of champagne to my right) and started to put my thoughts into a place. There are too many to share and, I acknowledge that I've worn out my emotional welcome. Rather than bore everyone to death with my anxious ups and downs and tedious self-reflection, I want to say thank you. Knowing that someone actually reads this provides a purpose for my self-serving dumping ground. You all give me the space, I just have to write it down. For that, I am humbly appreciative.
Emma Dinzebach
Because you know, champagne helps you lose weight.
I could have used a glass of champagne this morning after talking with Jayna's dad about the trial. I could have used a glass of champagne this afternoon when I pitied myself for having to go through a break-up and admitted that this is a shit horrible time. I desperately needed champagne when I opened my gmail and an ad at the top read "Catch Him and Keep Him: 9 Ugly Mistakes Women Make." I needed a damn near bottle of champagne this afternoon when the emotions of the morning, day, week all caught up with me, paralyzing me and rendering me utterly futile. More than anything I wanted to be with the person I love, in his arms. I wanted him to make me laugh with his reassuring words that neither my friends nor my family could provide to comfort me. I had no where to go with my feelings, no where to put them.
During our staff meeting, between tears, I cleared this with my team so I could be present and powerfully deliver our business updates. As we were leaving our meeting, a brilliant and insightful woman approached me and told me she was shocked that I thought I had no where to go with my feelings. Absolutely shocked.
"Why?"
"Because you are a writer, Emma. Just write."
Oh, right.
I am a writer. Not because I have this blog and a lot of people actually read it or because I'm writing a book. I'm not a writer because I wrote about restaurants and fashion, and I'm certainly not a writer because I used to write boring grants. I'm a writer because I always have somewhere to go with my thoughts and emotions. I'm a writer because my authentic self is best expressed in the written word.
Exhausted and ready for bed, I forced my butt down in front of the computer (a glass of champagne to my right) and started to put my thoughts into a place. There are too many to share and, I acknowledge that I've worn out my emotional welcome. Rather than bore everyone to death with my anxious ups and downs and tedious self-reflection, I want to say thank you. Knowing that someone actually reads this provides a purpose for my self-serving dumping ground. You all give me the space, I just have to write it down. For that, I am humbly appreciative.
Emma Dinzebach
Posted by Emma Dinzebach at 9/19/2011 8:35 AM 
Categories: What I Think Now
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Categories: What I Think Now
Tags: Emma Dilemma lululemon groove pants champagne cure champagne weight loss Jayna Murray 5K
I always look forward to reading about what you have to share :) Keep you head up and remember you have an extraordinary talent. :)
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So proud of you...and your ability to be so humble and honest to your readers. Keep it going. Xo
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I read your blog and enjoy your writing. Some days you make me laugh and forget my own troubles. Some days you make me cry and I pray you through your circumstances. It is nice to know that I am not alone with my troubles or triumphs. Praying you through this one, sending the love of God and blessings!
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Emma,
I'm an aspiring writer. I admire your ability to connect with your audience. Have you considered doing a post on your writing process? I am always so interested in how different writers write and what works for them. I know I would love to hear about what works for you, and I'm sure your other readers would, too!
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