The job I’ve been the most successful at since graduating is the one I never intended to have–until I got back from Canada very much intending to have it, at which point I stopped being successful at it.
I have no idea what I’m doing. I only know that the things I try to do don’t work.
It’s not liberating. It’s exhausting.
I don’t have some endless trove of ideas or stamina. I get weighted down. I get discouraged.
I’m not nearly as brave as people think I am. Brave is running into a burning building, not jumping out of one. I don’t do the things I’ve done because I’m fearless; I do them because everything else is on fire.
I think I’ll keep my phone/iChat/Skype off and just listen to this over and over again.