It was a Saturday night, home with my dad, and I was plain old bummed out. I had constant tears behind my eyeballs, spitting out a few, every-once-in-a-while, for "no reason". My voice was shaky; my body language droopy. Some dads, in this situation, might just freeze up and have no clue what to do. Not this dad. He turned on Taylor Swift, set out two pieces of dark chocolate, and together, we did art. We therapeutically filled our ceramic tiles with concreted pottery on them, with grout. That's it! We filled and pulled, and smoothed, and waited, and did it all over again. I ended up with a night where instead of complaining, I created; where instead of crying, I was calm. Thank you Taylor Swift, dark chocolate, art, and...my dad.