- Sloane: For most of the young women I meet, laziness is really not the issue. The younger women who come to my readings are smart and so funny and put-together and frighteningly ambitious...But the flip side of that is that want everything to be perfect out of the gate. I believe they paralyze themselves with this fear. That’s what Jenny [Egan] was saying. Basically: get over yourself, have a little faith in your own talent, do something new that only you can and produce above all.
- Erin: I love that. Fear, perfectionism and unwillingness to make mistakes only lead to avoidance or failure. You have to know that each time you screw up, you’re just that much closer to your victory. Man, when I started baking, everything was naaaasty and I was often on the floor crying! But instead of laying there in a tear fest, I’d visualize the bakery, breathe in that joy and pick myself up and start over.
Here is some sort of documentation to my life (slash looming quarter-life crisis), in addition to various articles/links/things that interest me. I'm generally nice.
Girl, you’re straight up lying to yourself when you say “I want to be friends/hang out with him”. No. No you do not. What you WANT is for him to girlfriend you. The level of rage in your letter directed toward him and the girl he is dating is not how a “friend” would feel about him or his new girlfriend.
Look, you said yourself that you thought he was perfect for you. And it sounds like you really enjoyed the time the two of you had together. It is totally, completely and 1,000% percent understandable that you’re hurt, pissed off, and don’t like the new girlfriend. It hurts like HELL when people don’t love us the way we want them to. But please don’t try to fool yourself into thinking you want to / can be friends with this dude. It would be far, FAR better for everyone involved if you absented yourself from this guy’s life for the present. Don’t try to be friends with him when you’re clearly not ready: it makes you feel like shit, and it’s certainly not fun for him to be around someone who is one enormous, pulsing quasar of hurt and rage.