Nov 7 · 1 min read
Changed my whole life, too.
I realized nobody, but nobody, but nobody, but nobody gives a living shit what I write, and it’s time for me to go paint houses for Habitat for Humanity instead. I was just on a big egoboo for thirty years going, “I’m gonna be a writer someday!” And I can’t write worth a crap.
When I see articles like this, I try to remind myself to be happy for the successful person, and then remind myself, Not everyone can do that, that’s just not me, and I am a worthwhile person even though I am not suited to live this particular dream.
