It’s tough to stay in the moment and yet plan for the future.
“How are you doing?” hits differently when you’re grieving.
The reality is that burnout can take an awfully long time to recover from.
I was a strange little goblin growing up, and the adults were pessimistic about me from early on.
The worst feeling is when you realize that the thing other people have been telling you for years, the thing you dismissed out of hand, didn’t want to be true, didn’t think could possibly be true… is true.
I’m forever amazed by how we never know how bad something is until it’s over. Not until the worst of it has passed and we’re safe do we feel the pain of the experiences we’re merely surviving.
I’m never quite sure whether to feel loved or profoundly misunderstood by this tendency of other people to talk me into getting nicer things for myself.