Congratulations for the many things you share here, much of which is keenly familiar to me, and for many more things I expect you didn’t share, but perhaps will in the future.
I didn't say enough. This is the thing I'll carry with me today. I feel joy that you, a person I don't know (but for your free desk indecisiveness) have found a spot in the mountains where hot women roam and big soup spoons reign. Your writing feels like a cozy blanket to me.
That’s sweet. I’m a poor judge of my own contributions so it’s always nice when someone is moved in some way by something I wrote. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
Not offended in the slightest. Finding similarities makes a person feel less alone when isolation seems to be pushed on us from every quarter.
I’m just happy anytime someone takes the time to read something I’ve written. It scares the shit out of me every time I hit that “publish now” button. I wonder if that ever goes away?
Hi Ben, I feel you. It scares the shit out of me too whenever I hit the publish button. But what to do if we don't do it right? That's the question I ask myself. Do I want to become a non-person, non-writer because I am too scared to hit publish. No, so I do anyway. Thanks for being brave and doing the same! I resonate on the cookware thing. It literally scares me to buy things like kitchen stuff because it makes me feel lonely (I'm also single and live alone). So I often avoid buying things, unless I am feeling very brave!
So far, the best thing to come from hitting “publish” is the connections. Like your response.
The idea that maybe someone will feel less alone if I admit my imperfections and how I find shopping hard, because it can be lonely, but can also be an adventure.
That someone might be helped by words that came from my heart (not always where they’re coming from, ‘cause I’m a thinker!). That I could make a difference, however slight.
I find writing difficult - almost like pulling teeth. I’m not one of those “I just love my little writing nook, with my tea and tiny dog and the words just flow and I look forward to it every day!” people and I may never be. I’m lucky to find the discipline to write on the weekends!
My soul is telling me to do it, that it may be important. Maybe only to one person. Maybe it’s what I’m here for?
Congratulations for the many things you share here, much of which is keenly familiar to me, and for many more things I expect you didn’t share, but perhaps will in the future.
There are lots of stories. The loud voice in my head tells me that no one would be interested. That voice has proven to be wrong every time. So far.
Comments like yours are the courage I need to continue.
I didn't say enough. This is the thing I'll carry with me today. I feel joy that you, a person I don't know (but for your free desk indecisiveness) have found a spot in the mountains where hot women roam and big soup spoons reign. Your writing feels like a cozy blanket to me.
That’s sweet. I’m a poor judge of my own contributions so it’s always nice when someone is moved in some way by something I wrote. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
I enjoyed this more than most things.
Wow. Thanks.
the details, superficially anyway, aren't the same, but in spirit we're very similar I think (sorry if that offends you :))
Keep going. You have a clear voice, and that's pretty rare. Enjoyed it!
Not offended in the slightest. Finding similarities makes a person feel less alone when isolation seems to be pushed on us from every quarter.
I’m just happy anytime someone takes the time to read something I’ve written. It scares the shit out of me every time I hit that “publish now” button. I wonder if that ever goes away?
I appreciate the kind words, Mike.
Hi Ben, I feel you. It scares the shit out of me too whenever I hit the publish button. But what to do if we don't do it right? That's the question I ask myself. Do I want to become a non-person, non-writer because I am too scared to hit publish. No, so I do anyway. Thanks for being brave and doing the same! I resonate on the cookware thing. It literally scares me to buy things like kitchen stuff because it makes me feel lonely (I'm also single and live alone). So I often avoid buying things, unless I am feeling very brave!
So far, the best thing to come from hitting “publish” is the connections. Like your response.
The idea that maybe someone will feel less alone if I admit my imperfections and how I find shopping hard, because it can be lonely, but can also be an adventure.
That someone might be helped by words that came from my heart (not always where they’re coming from, ‘cause I’m a thinker!). That I could make a difference, however slight.
I find writing difficult - almost like pulling teeth. I’m not one of those “I just love my little writing nook, with my tea and tiny dog and the words just flow and I look forward to it every day!” people and I may never be. I’m lucky to find the discipline to write on the weekends!
My soul is telling me to do it, that it may be important. Maybe only to one person. Maybe it’s what I’m here for?
Who fucking knows? So I guess I’ll keep it up.
Thank you for taking the time, Michelle.