Steph, not that I know jack about writing. I find your writing enjoyable, no backing down, open and humorous . Hey, do what you enjoy- published or not you have what it takes. Keep the dream! XO
In addition to hyphens, I also enjoy your use of parentheses and asterisks. My brain works like that too. When I’m most healthy I sprint towards failure. I figure it’s the shortest way to success. Fail over and over and over until maybe one day I don’t. When I’m not doing so hot (that Dreaded capital D) I’m sitting still, not moving at all. In the in between times I’m usually moving more slowly and cautiously towards failure. I like to think that as long as I keep moving, the dream might be around the next 100 corners or so. I try to make myself sprint when I have the spoons. I’m chronically short on spoons. Anyway, I resonate a lot with what you’re saying here. It’s good to be younger than you are. It’s good to reject the old models. Maybe you’re not the failure. Maybe the paths we were presented with actually don’t lead anywhere. Shame on them for deceiving us. I suspect they didn’t even know they were doing that. But fuck em, there’s a cool alleyway over here with some live music and a person on stage who may or may not be your age. And they’re probably reaching for something too. And maybe we can all reach together, I don’t know. I don’t know anything. But I’m stretching my arms out. Feels like you are too.
It Happened To Me: I Got Older Without Noticing
Steph, not that I know jack about writing. I find your writing enjoyable, no backing down, open and humorous . Hey, do what you enjoy- published or not you have what it takes. Keep the dream! XO
In addition to hyphens, I also enjoy your use of parentheses and asterisks. My brain works like that too. When I’m most healthy I sprint towards failure. I figure it’s the shortest way to success. Fail over and over and over until maybe one day I don’t. When I’m not doing so hot (that Dreaded capital D) I’m sitting still, not moving at all. In the in between times I’m usually moving more slowly and cautiously towards failure. I like to think that as long as I keep moving, the dream might be around the next 100 corners or so. I try to make myself sprint when I have the spoons. I’m chronically short on spoons. Anyway, I resonate a lot with what you’re saying here. It’s good to be younger than you are. It’s good to reject the old models. Maybe you’re not the failure. Maybe the paths we were presented with actually don’t lead anywhere. Shame on them for deceiving us. I suspect they didn’t even know they were doing that. But fuck em, there’s a cool alleyway over here with some live music and a person on stage who may or may not be your age. And they’re probably reaching for something too. And maybe we can all reach together, I don’t know. I don’t know anything. But I’m stretching my arms out. Feels like you are too.