I want to be honest with you all. I’ve been— what’s the phrase?— absurdly depressed as of late. Like, “wanting to erase everything I’ve ever done off the Internet, quit the E Word and erase our archives, and live my life in complete anonymity until I wither away” depressed. And to tell you the truth, I still haven’t really shaken that feeling off. Just the act of writing this and putting it out into the world is difficult, partially because I don’t trust that I have anything of worth to say. I’m not quite sure where exactly this crisis of confidence came from, although I recently had a bit of a professional breakthrough (the fruits of which you should all see coming in June), so maybe it’s just some elements of self-sabotage coming into play, which would be fitting (coupled with your average everyday quarter-life crisis, which I’m sure is tied to my recent issues with my physical health).
PLEASE READ THIS. Some Housekeeping.
PLEASE READ THIS. Some Housekeeping.
PLEASE READ THIS. Some Housekeeping.
I want to be honest with you all. I’ve been— what’s the phrase?— absurdly depressed as of late. Like, “wanting to erase everything I’ve ever done off the Internet, quit the E Word and erase our archives, and live my life in complete anonymity until I wither away” depressed. And to tell you the truth, I still haven’t really shaken that feeling off. Just the act of writing this and putting it out into the world is difficult, partially because I don’t trust that I have anything of worth to say. I’m not quite sure where exactly this crisis of confidence came from, although I recently had a bit of a professional breakthrough (the fruits of which you should all see coming in June), so maybe it’s just some elements of self-sabotage coming into play, which would be fitting (coupled with your average everyday quarter-life crisis, which I’m sure is tied to my recent issues with my physical health).