The holidays are full of "the mean reds" as Holly Golightly states in Truman Capote's Breakfast At Tiffany's.
Time is racing by. Another year gone - GONE - and exactly what did I accomplish? Did I lose those extra five, ten pounds? Did I publish that famous novel? Did I finally commit to having a baby? Did I clean out my storage? Will I ever....
"Listen...you know those days when you get the mean reds?" --Holly.
"The mean reds? You mean like the blues?" --Fred (Paul).
"No... the blues are because you're getting fat or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?" --Holly.
"Sure." --Fred (Paul).
"When I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away." --Holly.
What gets me OUT of the "mean reds" is DANCING...and then MORE DANCING...just shaking it all out - all the fear, all the regret...dance it all away...
