Think about what would happen if you stopped treating your most ambitious ideas like embarrassing secrets, and started to give them the same resources, patience, and attention you’ve historically reserved for everybody else’s priorities.
I'm getting more comfortable saying "I want that." No disclaimer about how unlikely it is. No little joke to soften the ambition. No elaborate explanation of why I deserve it. Just an honest declaration of desire.
Be honest with yourself: do you help people because they need it, or because being needed is when you feel most sure of your place? Be honest with yourself about your “why.”
I love people who get excited easily. Tell me about the mural you saw on your walk. Show me the weird ass t-shirt you found at the thrift store. I think being genuinely delighted by ordinary life is one of the most underrated forms of intelligence.
maybe the point isn't to become so wise and stoic that nothing ever hurts your feelings. maybe it's to become secure enough that you can feel the sting, laugh at yourself a little, learn what you need to learn, and keep your heart open anyway.
A strange thing about people-pleasing is that you can become so skilled at anticipating what everyone else wants that your own preferences start to feel like interruptions.
Some of you have been reading my words since before I knew anyone would read them. Thank you for growing with me, for disagreeing kindly, and for sending my thoughts to people who needed them more than I could have known.
Big difference between offering someone information and taking away their permission to hope. I can say, “Here’s something worth considering,” without saying, “You’re foolish for believing this could work.”
Some people confuse being impossible to impress with having high standards. There's nothing particularly sophisticated about losing your capacity for wonder.
I wonder how many extraordinary things never get created because someone with an interesting idea made the mistake of asking a room full of unimaginative people whether it was worth pursuing.
i love watching people become more of who they already are. the friend who starts dressing differently. the quiet person who discovers their voice. the artist who stops asking permission. there's something sacred about witnessing somebody become less afraid of their own life.
you can love your family, appreciate your career, be grateful for your opportunities, and still want more. gratitude is not a legally binding agreement to stop imagining a better life.
too many inspirational, feel-good stories. not enough conversation about why they had to “beat the odds” to survive a world built by their fellow human beings. we make the rules!
At some point, I'd like us to retire the idea that wanting more from life automatically means you're dissatisfied with what you have. Some of us are deeply grateful for the present and wildly curious about what else is possible. Those feelings coexist beautifully.
you ever look back on a conversation that absolutely devastated you five years ago and realize you wouldn't even respond to the text today? sometimes growth is hilarious.
Working at a museum taught me that ticket stubs, church fans, and handwritten letters can become precious artifacts. They tell stories that might otherwise be forgotten. Hold on to the ordinary evidence of your life. One day, the people who love you may need it to remember you.