Tagged: happiness

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My old “friend” imposter syndrome

Do you ever feel like a fraud? Like you’re faking it and you just know someone is going to find out? I do. All the time. At least once a day, usually more often, I think things like: Am I really a writer? Am I a real creative writing teacher? Is my writing any good,...

A brave new world

A brave new world

Last month, I quit my job at the library and dropped out of library school. I want to talk about what happened, and I want to talk about it honestly and fairly, without malice. I’m not sure I can do that yet, because frankly what happened is shitty and unfair, and because I don’t want...

Friday night at the bookstore

Friday night at the bookstore

Some people like to spend their weekends bar hopping, or going out to the movies, or shopping for new clothes. I like to go to the bookstore. I don’t necessarily go to buy anything, though it’s hard to resist the pull of a new book, the weight of it in my hands, the smell of...

The stream, the trees, the words

The stream, the trees, the words

Last month I received a scholarship to attend Writer Camp, a yearly retreat for writers put on by the folks at literary journal Barrelhouse. It. Was. Awesome. The five days away from the stresses of work, ongoing renovations on my house, dealing with my dog’s degenerative condition, and the general stress of being me in...

Learning to Grieve

Learning to Grieve

This year, I learned to grieve, or at least to grieve more fully. I learned to sit with my sadness in the red glow of sunrise. To touch the abyss that split me open again and again and again, to allow myself to be swallowed, and to come back to the world, eventually—changed certainly, but...