Validate your own worth first, then let everything else fall into place after that. Even if certain things don't fall into all the places you wish they did, you'll still be OK with yourself.
And regardless of how your latest conversation with your gastroenterologist went, you're not Grandpa-Simpson-old quite yet — you're simply middle-aged.
I loved this pondering reel—felt like a song. After I had cancer in my early 40s, I realized that what I had wanted all of my life-to be somebody-leave my mark, a legacy, was a huge waste of effort. It would not keep me alive one day longer or remembered past the length of lives of those who knew me. I embraced being a Nobody-Still do! One day I’ll get back to writing blogs on my sight: Still Nobody! Ultimately, like Ian suggested, my codependency, needing othered to let me know I mattered was the source of my misery. What works better for me is to acknowledge that others opinions of me matter, but my opinion of me matters most. Find the balance. Feed the soul not the Id! I love my Id so much…love you too, Nick! Love reading your words.
I love that you said "felt like a song." Rose said, when she read the final version, that it felt more lyrical. I aim for a kind of pattern but too often I get these giant description paragraphs that I hope are crescendoing, but might just be word vomit. Anyway, nice to hear something like that is registering, it is intentional.
This is a terrific line/insight:
“The human condition is about struggling, but trying not to be a dick about it.”
Well done, Nick. I enjoyed reading this.
Validate your own worth first, then let everything else fall into place after that. Even if certain things don't fall into all the places you wish they did, you'll still be OK with yourself.
And regardless of how your latest conversation with your gastroenterologist went, you're not Grandpa-Simpson-old quite yet — you're simply middle-aged.
I loved this pondering reel—felt like a song. After I had cancer in my early 40s, I realized that what I had wanted all of my life-to be somebody-leave my mark, a legacy, was a huge waste of effort. It would not keep me alive one day longer or remembered past the length of lives of those who knew me. I embraced being a Nobody-Still do! One day I’ll get back to writing blogs on my sight: Still Nobody! Ultimately, like Ian suggested, my codependency, needing othered to let me know I mattered was the source of my misery. What works better for me is to acknowledge that others opinions of me matter, but my opinion of me matters most. Find the balance. Feed the soul not the Id! I love my Id so much…love you too, Nick! Love reading your words.
I love that you said "felt like a song." Rose said, when she read the final version, that it felt more lyrical. I aim for a kind of pattern but too often I get these giant description paragraphs that I hope are crescendoing, but might just be word vomit. Anyway, nice to hear something like that is registering, it is intentional.
Thanks for this one, Nick.
By now perhaps someone else has already shared this with you as a worthy sidebar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXw-j8LMp8g