Take 17 Days Off and Get Shit On
The Orange Journal is still here
Sometimes you just want to curl up into a ball and retreat. Maybe you know the feeling.
It’s funny. A random article I wrote for the sole purpose of getting things off my chest generated a long litany of comments.
Some hateful, others kind.
I’ll be honest. I stopped reading them. Just can’t bend so much anymore.
You know what else is funny?
How we tend to judge one another.
A couple of days back, a stranger found my personal Facebook and sent me a message after I denied his friend request.
He felt I owed him an explanation for ‘misleading writers’ on Medium and quite frankly, he was an idiot.
I didn’t think my absence would be noticed to the point of receiving hateful messages from Medium friends and strangers alike.
My top favorite,
“Stop moaning, work harder.”
Medium is a frightful place. It’s designed to elicit a sense of urgency to keep up with one another.
Breaking free from the chains of pressure we place on ourselves is utterly dramatic.
