Phillip Lombardino
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Phillip Lombardino
And they are symbolic. Smoking has always signaled a certain devil-may-care mood; in our nihilistic times, haunted by fears of apocalypse — A.I., climate, institutional, other — it’s a celebration of being alive by way of chipping away at it, treating the body casually in service of a life fully enjoyed. A pack of cigarettes is the opposite of an
... See moreBut one of the truths about being a grown-up that I have been happy to learn is that consistency and repetition is at least 90% of the game. I’m thoroughly convinced this is life’s best-kept secret, probably because it’s too boring to be compelling. You can forget every piece of performance or productivity advice you’ve ever read — all you have to
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On lucky occasions, you’ll meet someone who just gets it . They pick up on your subtle hints and drop you some of their own. They understand the games of life, and are often very good at them. They are rabidly curious, sharply witty, and brightly playful. This person is lucid .
Leber • On lucidity
doing fiction has reminded me that sometimes it’s the better choice for difficult Truths. Maybe the only choice
On the threshold of history
The more hours you’ve put into this chaotic business of living, the more you crave a quieter, more nurturing third thing, I think. This needn’t mean dull. The friends I have now, who’ve come all this distance, who are part of my aging plan, include all kinds of joyous goofballs and originals. There’s loads of open country between enervation and... See more
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It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart. - Jennifer Senior for the Atlantic
If the heartbreak of midlife is realizing what you’ve lost—that sad inventory of dusty shelves—then the revelation is discovering that you can, with effort, get on with it and start enjoying what you have.
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A writing example: when I look back in my notes I realize so much of what I write about today I was ruminating about 2-3 years ago. I always knew what I was going to say. I just didn’t have the tools, I didn’t have the maturity, I didn’t have the language or sensitivity to beauty to recognize what that was. So much of what I learned was latent,... See more