Rachel Crowell

I ponder the amount of time I spend hating myself; the time I spend hating anyone who has what I think I want. I come to a conclusion: I’m currently living in a principality of one whose national sport is self-inflicted emotional terrorism. And I’m increasingly interested in emigrating. I want, I realize, what Havrilesky has. Not the trappings of functional adulthood — the dog, the ki…

Real growth is about daily, measured and disciplined action. It’s about purusing new opportunites that stretch you to step beyong your immediate safe and secured zone, even when that means making a bold step into the unknown.

Can you imagine? You’re on your deathbed, and you’re saying this to your family: “I’m glad I watched so many FAIL compilations on YouTube.”