Tag: nothing more than feelings
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Sometimes, I give pep talks. Not the standard “He was a total bastard. You can do so much better!” ones. I’m terrible at those. No, I mean the “You are smart and capable and this situation can be successfully handled in the following eight ways” kind of pep talks. I gave one of those the…
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Recently, I was talking shop with a fellow writer. She was filling me in on the status of a pitch she had submitted the month before. It ended up that the outlets she targeted had already filled their editorial calenders for the month, but at least one of those publications was so impressed with her…
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Everyone wants to outsource, I explain. We think about how nice it would be to crawl into bed, unplug the clock, turn off the phone and just sleep and sleep and sleep until we’ve made up for every wide awake night of the last decade. We wonder if there are people out there we could…
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If someone had told you about this moment, would you have believed them? This time, I am standing by the railroad tracks, staring at the cranes, scenery broken up by a man in coveralls riding past on a bicycle from WW II. My hard hat pinches because I wear it too tight, like a vise.…
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Psst…and everyone else is scared of them, too. That you’re unlovable That you’ll never be happy or don’t even have the capacity to be so That people are nice to you out of pity or duty, but not genuine affection That if you really shared what you thought and how you felt, you’d be shunned…
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Chicago got it wrong; it isn’t hard to say I’m sorry, it’s easy, too easy even. We’re now conditioned to apologize by instinct. Sorry, wrong number. Oops, sorry for stepping on your foot, for not hitting the elevator button in time, for loitering in the cereal aisle when you were trying to reach a box…
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Dear 2010, I’ve had your bags packed and waiting by the door for weeks now, but you haven’t been taking the hint. I don’t think I can make the fact that you’ve overstayed your welcome any clearer. Photo by hellojenuine To put it inelegantly, you’ve kicked the crap out of me on just about every…
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My teeth (right side, on the bottom) are sensitive to cold, so I try to avoid crunching ice cubes on that side or letting anything super chilly hit it in just the wrong way. Every once in a while, though, I like to test to see if the sensitivity is still there (my eyesight magically…
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I remember being on a walk with a friend back in the spring. We were discussing big life-changing decisions and how we (the collective, humanity-wide we) come to them. She voted for panic, I argued in favor of desperation. Pretty similar, although the latter still lets you cling to the illusion of control, while the…
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This week, I went through some old messages on a forum I used to frequent with the intent of scrapping them before the site itself closed up shop. But I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t hit delete and wipe ’em out permanently. There’s something to be said for a paper trail, ya know? Heck, I still…
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