“Next time the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad comes calling, don’t pick up the phone.

See your sadness as a caller who wants to give you grief for not paying a parking ticket or some other asinine thing. Stand by the phone and say, ‘Who cares about parking tickets. I didn’t put the parking meter there.’

Then walk away.

Let that phone ring in an empty house and go outside and find all the good things you can and fill yourself up with them until you’re bursting with goodness and substance. Maybe summer’s ending. Maybe today’s your last chance to swim in the lake before the gloom of fall. Do it all now”