Like almost everyone who has an all-consuming & torrid love affair with productivity, I have a white board which rests on my desk as a backdrop for my laptop.
And I use Expo markers to write down motivational quotes, bill reminders, calendar updates, more bill reminders. But off to the left, I wrote down something I never cared to think about in my early twenties: I wrote the corresponding years when I turn 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, etc.
They are years I neither recognize nor fathom, demanding my attention every time I peel my eyes away from what’s in front of me. They’re finally real-ish. They’re not dates so far into the future I don’t even have to worry about them, as if they were an era & a half away. Those bastards are right around the corner and coming home to roost: a terrifying formlessness taking shape as they drop out of the ether and into my champagne glass every time I toast to a New Year.
Found In Translation is a book by Nataly Kelly and Jost Zetzsche, both translators. At 235 pages long, it’s not a quick read but I slowly found it quite fascinating. Their reason for writing it has worked on me: I have a new found appreciation for all types of translators.
“Hey man, looking good. You’ve lost weight!” he called out from the row machine, with a gregarious smile & thick accent that sounded South American.
“Oh…um, thanks!” I mumbled, startled out of the furious internal monologue I had on the way to the treadmill by such a pleasant comment.
I wasn’t ready for what was going to happen next.
So, I Turn 26 Today – The Hamster Wheel Of Doom And Other Lessons From A Quarter-Life-Crisis Survivor.
25 was the worst year of my life. The absolute worst. And the morbidly funny thing about bad situations? You learn a lot and grow from them. So I’ll begrudgingly take the painful-yet-liberating lessons I learned. And I’ll happily share them with you, dear friend.
Here they are, in no particular order, with all blood, guts, and glory exposed.
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There’s a fine line between sharing the stories of victims versus pimping out their suffering and death to gain, among other things, a morbid sense of self-righteousness.
At least, I thought there was a fine line. Whenever I go online, all I see is Tragedy Porn. And I’m sick of it. Read the rest of this entry »
On May 1st, I decided to take up Tim Ferriss’ 21-day No Complaint Challenge. Ok, so it’s Will Bowen’s idea, but Tim introduced me to it so I’m giving him credit. Basically, it’s based on the very real concept that words beget thoughts: positive begets positive, negative begets negative. So it was a mind-control experiment of sorts. Wicked. I wanted to see how much it would affect me & what I would learn from it. I really wasn’t expecting the mind-blowing results I got. Here goes: