My boss bought me coffee, I’m watching Game Grumps at work, and Team Canada won gold in both Women’s and Men’s Curling, they just won gold in Women’s hockey, and the men’s team is going to the finals to compete for gold against Sweden.
“Close your eyes and get quiet for a minute, until the chatter starts up. Then isolate one of the voices and imagine the person speaking as a mouse. Pick it up by the tail and drop it into a mason jar. Then isolate another voice, pick it up by the tail, drop it in the jar. And so on. Drop in any high-maintenance parental units, drop in any contractors, lawyers, colleagues, children, anyone who is whining in your head. Then put the lid on, and watch all these mouse people clawing at the glass, jabbering away, trying to make you feel like shit because you won’t do what they want—won’t give them more money, won’t be more successful, won’t see them more often. Then imagine that there is a volume-control button on the bottle. Turn it all the way up for a minute, and listen to the stream of angry, neglected, guilt-mongering voices. Then turn it all the way down and watch the frantic mice lunge at the glass, trying to get to you. Leave it down, and get back to your shitty first draft.”—an excerpt from Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott.
On a day to day basis I am reminded of how much of a dingus I am.
And it’s totally true, I mean, just the other day my girlfriend ordered a chai tea latte at a breakfast joint and I managed to spill the whole thing (it wasn’t even my drink) before she got to sip it a second time.
But then I remember how I backpacked through Europe for three weeks. ALONE. With absolutely no prior travel experience whatsoever.
Seriously, how the hell am I even alive right now?