Never really the end

Beginnings hide themselves in endings.

~Mike Posner

wait for the happy ending

“The difference between a happy ending and an unhappy ending is simply the place you decide to stop telling your story.”

~Stephen Elliott, “Sometimes I Think About Suicide”, The Sun, November 2016, Issue 491

(If you’re still here, it’s not over.)

I know I’ve said this already (it is a category, after all), but it really is never the end; at least not for as long as I’m still here

So two weeks ago Husband was in the hospital after chest pains and passing out in the middle of the night, and ended up with 4 stents in his arteries.

Last week, after much drama and discord, I resigned a position I should have quit years ago, and, while grateful for the luxury of getting to walk away, deeply hurt by the circumstances that made it necessary and worried about my future finances.

Today I found out I won a Fulbright award.


After a lifetime of chasing things; ambition and striving for more and better and more and better, I’ve just decided to sit with who I am and what I am and see what comes to me. I’m good at what I do and have worked really (really really) hard to get there. I’ve been thwarted by people and things I’ve never understood. Husband thinks it’s misogyny; I think it might be that, a little. But it might also be a lot of other things, and I spend a lot of time thinking they are things I’m supposed to learn from, so I can become More and Better.

But fuck it. Enough Learning already.

For a while, I’m just going to be.

just about the stuff in the middle

“…I knew I was getting somewhere when I began losing interest in the beginnings and the ends of things.

Short tragic love stories that had once interested me no longer did.

What interested me was the kind of love to which the person dedicates herself for so long, she no longer remembers quite how it began.”

Ongoingness, Sarah Manguso

Now get out there and break something!

“. . .The truth is that our childhoods shape us like clay, and then the years glaze and bake us till there is no way we can change who we are without breaking something.”

~Sybil Smith, Imoegene’s Prayer, The Sun, February 2014

And the thing is, we’re often SO afraid of breaking something that we don’t change, even when we believe/think/hope that we want to.

The best things that ever happened to me happened right after I was willing to break something. It reminds me a little bit of how I play monopoly vs. how I run my life. It’s so easy to be a tycoon when the money is pink and blue and yellow and the property you might earn a fortune on, or might just as easily lose, is a 3″ square with a little red plastic hotel on it.

No great gain without some kind of risk.

easy vs worth it

Now get out there and break something.

But only if you want to.


very un-guru-like

but apt, nonetheless

Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time – seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.

 Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via jordanleeemerson)