Living a life of worry and nervousness because you are concerned about what others think of you rather than knowing that only you can be in the best position to look after yourself.
We are programmed to strive for improvement, prosperity, success, growth. Challenge, possibility, knowledge, enlightenment. And it’s not even the end goal that actually, truly satisfies us. It’s the experience that our minds and bodies go through in the process that brings us such joy and satisfaction.
People who have never been clinically depressed have a lot of advice for those who have, and pretty much none of it is helpful.
There are spaces in one’s adult life that fill with problems, and apparently each problem area must be occupied. The sad thing about adulthood is that when you valiantly marshal your forces to address a problem, another problem emerges to fill the void.
Isn’t everything we do in life an attempt to be a little bit closer to happiness?
You wore flip flops until mid-November, which consistently confused your southern-born friends. In their world, fifty-five degrees was freezing.
Your 20s are tough because you have no idea where you’re going and yet you are expected to know exactly where you’re going. Stop. Stop trying to figure it out.
1. “I signed up for pottery classes.
Failing is part of life and it’s going to happen to you many, many times – but failing doesn’t make you a failure. The only way that you become a failure is if you stop trying.
The fermented grape stuff your parents used to bring out when the neighbors came over that stained everyone’s mouths red and made them laugh at the weirdest shit? Gross. The heavenly elixir that saves your life every night after work and that you turn to in good times, and in bad, in sickness and in health? Obsessed.