Tag: truth
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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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My coworker asks if I’m well. “Well? Not really. Maybe well-ish, I guess?” “Unacceptable, Sport” “I’m fine. I’m here. I’m doing my job. The rest of it isn’t germane.” “Germans? What Germans?” Our internal phone system isn’t the greatest. And yes, he calls me Sport. The point in this is that I didn’t lie. I…
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Hate To Break It To You is a recurring feature wherein we dispense succinct home truths that everyone could benefit from facing up to, unpleasant as they may be. Maybe it’s not The Man. Maybe it’s not the system. Or your deadbeat dad. Or the stuck-up bitches you went to high school with. Or the…
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Last week, I stumbled upon an interesting little discussion (with different strands appearing here and there) about the essential nature of blogging for the go-getting, job-seeking twentysomething. I couldn’t resist adding my two cents in one venue. And the response I wrote doesn’t just apply to blogging, it applies to any damn thing people tell…
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Today, I was thinking about a conversation with a friend that took place a couple of months ago. I asked about her job and she remarked that she could see herself staying there for the rest of her career and being fine with it. I remember being completely taken aback. This wasn’t a reflection on…
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Hate To Break It To You is a recurring feature wherein we dispense succinct home truths that everyone could benefit from facing up to, unpleasant as they may be. This one goes out to everyone who’s ever been hella pissed off at the story of the Prodigal Son. Life is not a meritocracy. I’ve been…
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Hate To Break It To You is a recurring feature wherein we dispense succinct home truths that everyone could benefit from facing up to, unpleasant as they may be. Before the eyebrows start raising, let me clarify. I don’t meant that there’s no such thing as bad luck, misfortune, or ill-timed dramas that might befall…
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Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Ingrid Michaelson. One of my favorite tracks happens to be Maybe (Go listen. I’ll wait). Something about its poppy cheerfulness just makes me smile like crazy, not to mention the uber whimsical video (and I’m not just saying that because I would wear the heck out of…
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Hate To Break It To You is a recurring feature wherein we dispense succinct home truths that everyone could benefit from facing up to, unpleasant as they may be. Picking up where we left off… In my previous post I mentioned the connection between “mistakes” and opportunities, namely that we shouldn’t fear making the former,…
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I stumbled across an interesting little discussion at one of my internet haunts the other day and it set my brain whirring. What started out innocently enough as someone asking if others still felt like adolescents and were weirded out by their peers having acquired all of the trappings of adulthood quickly devolved into some…
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