Coffee:
And I would say this: if you were doing a job you enjoyed more, and found more fulfilling, you would quite likely have/make less time and energy and creativity for your writing. (Speaking as someone who's always wanted to be a published writer and has a couple of unfinished novels growing dusty somewhere on a back burner.) So, perversely, that's not neccesarily a bad thing.
THIS! So much this. That's the position I'm in right now, and there are times I would KILL for a boring job in order to have the creative energy to write in my free time.
What is this "free time" you all keep referencing?
I've spent way too much energy in my life worrying about what other people think of me. I'm in awe of people that have figured out a way not to care.
The key to it, I think, is realizing that most people don't spend a lot of time thinking about other people. All those people that you worry about thinking poorly of you? Are probably busy worrying about their own issues, or worrying about what everyone else is thinking of them, and spend very little time thinking about you.
All those people that you worry about thinking poorly of you? Are probably busy worrying about their own issues, or worrying about what everyone else is thinking of them, and spend very little time thinking about you.
Unless they are my sister. She finds time for all of that. And more.
On an entirely different note - nom nom nom! I have just breakfasted upon peanutbutter-almond-cinnamon pancakes cooked in coconut oil, served with fresh Chiang Mai strawberries and double cream.
Nom nom nom!
slurps mixed berry tea blissfully
The key to it, I think, is realizing that most people don't spend a lot of time thinking about other people. All those people that you worry about thinking poorly of you? Are probably busy worrying about their own issues, or worrying about what everyone else is thinking of them, and spend very little time thinking about you.
Oh my god, YES. THIS. It's so very true.
I'm thinking about what a mess the fruit bats are going to make around the house.
The key to it, I think, is realizing that most people don't spend a lot of time thinking about other people. All those people that you worry about thinking poorly of you? Are probably busy worrying about their own issues, or worrying about what everyone else is thinking of them, and spend very little time thinking about you.
This might be easier if I didn't spend so much time trying to ignore people staring at my crutches or the way I walk.
Yes, but your sister is very, very special and unique. Thank God there's only the one of her.
