Everything about that life was my dream, absolutely. Until it wasn’t.
Instead of writing article after article, why don’t I just write a book?
The concept of working a 9-5 job in an office can be daunting for introverts. We like to work independently, follow our own schedules, and we tend to kind-of-really-dislike being around people all day long. But we gotta pay that rent, right?
They don’t apply for a job, they invest in your company.
Because let’s face it, more likely than not, you and I are the other 99%. And what the fuck is wrong with that? We keep the world turning with our efforts. Small daily efforts push us forward, not the incredible bounds and leaps of today’s most wealthy “leaders”.
All self-help is bullsh*t. It’s hard to choose yourself when an iceberg hits the Titanic.
To whom it may concern, You seek the concrete, yet long for answers to questions asked, not yet asked, and still waiting to be formed. There is comfort in the idea of destiny, the construct of purpose.
If a college degree is the most interesting thing about you, you’re boring.
Failure is not an option, they say. I agree it’s not an option because it’s part of this natural progression that we call “life”.
Are you still in your old job—ranting about how miserable your life is with no signs of improvement?