Not the movie. A thing. THE thing. A place, an achievement, a title, a certain amount of money, an experience. That thing we desperately want. The desire to be in the next place.
When I started writing this post last week, I picked four different qualities that we underrate, and riffed on how we might develop them in ourselves. Then I watched Marriage Story on Sunday evening, and I realised there was really only one that I was so interested in, in equal part because I find it so hard and because it’s so important.
I’ve been asked what my “thing” for 2020 is – habit, words, goal, whatever. This year, I’m going to try and get comfortable with being uncertain.
Pressure can propel us, and other times it can stifles us.
Ugh. A New Year, and I’m late to writing about it. Everything I’ve read by other people has been better than what I’ve got to say. I’m running out of ideas for this stupid blog.
I’d like to pause and consider some of that New Year self-help rhetoric. As when the clock strikes twelve, it can be so easy to forget where we were this time last year, this time last decade.
I’m fifty posts in now. I remember distinctly what it felt like to set up this website and start writing. What made me finally do it?
Where is she asking you? Who else is listening? What information do you already have? What else do you need to know?