Damn. That was an exhausting week. I haven't done that in a while. It feels so good when I know I've poured myself into something and there's a little movement. (I'm talking vaguely about a case.) But at the same time, I'm often left drained. Wiped out. A big ball of mush.
I'm also not so good with certain cases. Gender-based persecution. Female genital mutilation. Rape. Forced marriage. Honor killings. When I sit in a room across from a young woman with this kind of story, a small part of me comes unhinged.
I took refuge this week in the small meals and conversations with Ethan, dark chocolate bars, Vietnamese coffee, and my new habit of going to my rooftop gym in the early morning for a quick run on the treadmill. I've noticed that seeing the Bangkok horizon, early in the morning and under the golden sun, is a good salve for the hub-bub on the ground.
And one night, I was happily distracted by the Steven Alan sample sale. I tried to pull the trigger on a few items, but they don't take Cambodian visa. I took that pause to re-evaluate my need for yet another dress. Pass.
This item below, however, may be a good addition. It looks very much like an ivory silk Mayle blouse I left Stateside.
via Steven Alan