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After a while, growing near each other, trees don’t know which roots are theirs.

I think we’ve all had that experience of reading a book or story and an author includes such an odd, beautiful, specific detail that it makes the whole scene come to life and feel indisputably real. Sometimes these details occur magically to us as writers, like little gifts.

There has also been so much unforeseen beauty when I embrace the path of lesser resistance and remain curious and engaged with the world around me rather than feeling guilty I can’t seem to conjure my former decisiveness the majority of self-help advice favours. Maybe living with the end of the story in mind inhibits us from really experiencing lif... See more

Accepting the job offer involved a process of looking back at the last few years of my work and seeing, for the first time, a path that I hadn't realized I was on. Anything can seem like a path when you look back and make it one, but it was a surprising lesson to me that sometimes you're already, maybe unknowingly, cultivating the experiences that ... See more

I simply have to know when I’m desperately curious and deeply suffocated by specific work situations. I’ve learned there is no “arriving” anywhere, which is maybe what the deep ache I feel is about. Seeing this as part of life helps me settle into the moments, however brief they may be.

what matters more is who you are in your job, than the job itself

nothing is permanent, and if you try to stick to one path it lessens the likelihood of you surprising yourself or finding open doors you didn't even know where there. Cultivate relationships. You will be OK, dear questioner.

And I thought about how funny these tiny coincidences are, threaded through our lives, through even our most inconsequential decisions. And I thought that maybe I am not yet done with intensity, or it might not be done with me. I thought about the joy both of lush greenery, and of being held through the strange and lonely dark.