Are you maximizing Medium? It’s not just about the cash. It’s about the cache of friends. Life-changing advice. The sweet comfort of people who really do give a flying shit about what’s happening in your life, and who are caring enough to fire you a thought now and then to give you hope. Make you laugh out loud. Weep with gratitude.
…nding or hoping you don’t feel the way you do does nothing to help you feel better in the long run. If you don’t feel positive because of recent traumas, genetic predisposition, a long stretch of maladaptive coping behaviors, you cannot expect to somehow, by inertia and societal pressure, be the embodiment of positivity. In her book The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times, Pema Chödrön …
It took a while, but eventually, I realized I was judging myself too harshly. Once I accepted loneliness as a normal human emotion, it was easier to move through it and appreciate the unique experiences I could have precisely because I was on my own.
However, do not tell me I’m too expensive, it’s cheaper to do it yourself or hire someone else. The fact is I’m too expensive for you and it’s not my fault. My location (whether Asia or far-off Jibberobia) has no bearing on rates.
…ing. The hollers. The compliments. Any fucking comments at all. Those things didn’t happen anymore. Nice people don’t tell you when you’re fat. Nice people don’t stare at fat bodies. They just don’t say anything at all. In my fatness, I felt invisible. I didn’t cut my hair that time. Instead, I cut apples, made a pie, ate as much of it as I could with a side of vanilla ice cream.