Instead of Goodbye, I’d like to start saying Goodbye, again. See you later cannot be promised, but Goodbye, again reminds us that we’ve done this before.

You have your entire life to worry about the rest of your life. Just get through today. Don’t tell yourself “don’t worry,” but just . . . worry smaller.

When I leave, it becomes something that simply happens. People will go on with their lives. That place you were a part of, that you are now just some visitor to, will continue operating in your absence, will continue picking up more visitors, will continue to continue. It must.

I cannot imagine a world where I do not spend my whole life working. Work is perhaps the closest thing to a universal language that I know. This constant, heavy pressure that I should always be working is in control of where I focus my life, who I spend my time with, what I spend my time on. And I cannot imagine a freedom in no longer working becau

There were so many ways to convey meaning and tone and emotion through text, and with a higher level of control and ability, so I could get things right and accurately say what I wanted and meant to say. I knew how to finally convey all these elements of myself that I knew I was made up of, now that my in-person failures didn’t get in my own way of

a conversation is a gift of somebody’s time and attention.

There are past versions of me who believe in me, and there are future versions of me who are looking back on where I am and thinking, That’s the version of me who actually managed to achieve something.

I play my farm game not necessarily because I want to own a real-life, physical farm. It’s just that my farm game promises that the work I put into it will have a consistent, measurable result that serves as proof that I put work into it.

buying, or spending, your way into belonging.