I don’t want my daughter to be like me. I want her to speak up sooner. Walk away faster. Trust herself deeper. Apologize less. Take up more space. Ask bigger questions. Dream louder. And if that means she becomes everything I wasnt… GOOD!
If you’re an anxious person, just do everything for fun. Submit documents for fun. Start a blog for fun. Go to a job interview for fun. ANXIETY FEEDS ON IMPORTANCE. Do not make everything a matter of life and deaťh.
unlearn shame. all forms of shame: unemployment, illness, vulnerability, longing, desire, errors, failures. you do not need to feel ashamed of what you are experiencing or living. freedom and shame cannot coexist.
get in girl, we’re lengthening our attention spans by reading thick, long books, watching an entire movie without checking our phones, meditating, listening to classical music without doing anything else or while taking a long, warm bath, not using our phones 1-2 hours a day
The kindest thing you can do for yourself is to become a reader. Read the romance. Read the fantasy. Read the mystery. Read all kinds of literature. But never pick up a self-help book
When I was 12 I babysat this little girl for a couple of years. Every time I came over she’d drag me by both wrists into her room, all excited, and show me the new art she’d made that week.
She’d point at each piece and go, “Do the voice! Do the voice!”
So I’d switch into this over-the-top sports-announcer voice like I was calling the Olympics and say stuff like:
“Such form! Look at this level of coloring, folks! I haven’t seen such perfection in Crayola in a long time! And what is this? Jeff, she’s going for it… a monochrome pink canvas! I haven’t seen this level of bold artistic risk since the winter of 1932! And I gotta say… it’s absolutely splendid!”
She’d fall backwards onto her bed giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.
At the end of every night, after we’d played and read stories, she’d get a little shy and ask me seriously, “Did you really like it?”
I’d always say yes and point out something specific. “I loved how you mixed the pink shades. That took real patience.” Then I’d tuck her in.
Years passed. I hadn’t seen her in a long time.
A few weeks ago I got a letter from her. She’d been accepted into three major art schools.
Inside the envelope was an old picture she’d drawn when she was little... a monochrome pink canvas. On the note she wrote:
“Thank you to somebody who saw the best in me.”
Man… I sat there reading it with tears in my eyes. I was just a 12-year-old kid doing a silly voice to make her laugh, but to her it meant the world. All those little moments where I genuinely praised her art and made her feel seen actually stayed with her.
Kids remember how you made them feel. Especially when you celebrate the things they love.
I’m so damn proud of her.
I keep a rolling Notes doc called "Good things are always happening to me" and update it whenever I realize a good thing totally just happened to me. Good things are always happening to us.
This is free advice from an expensive psychologist. If you’re an anxious person, do everything for fun. Go to a job interview for fun. Submit documents for fun. Start a blog for fun. Anxiety feeds on importance. Don’t make everything a matter of life and death.
Many people still don’t realize that literacy isn’t just about being able to read. It’s about being able to comprehend, evaluate, and apply the information in front of you. The gap between the two is becoming increasingly alarming.
turns out, reading voraciously, moving your body, loving people without keeping score, protecting your solitude, chasing nothing but your own growth, and occasionally staying out too late with people who make you laugh until it hurts is not a bad way to build a life.
there is something incredibly satisfying about reading the first page of a book, and immediately something in your brain sits up and goes 'oh, i'm going to like this' — and then every subsequent page proves you right.
i believe in re-reading and re-watching your favourite books & movies at different stages of your life. the plot never changes, but your perspective does.