And just like that...
I couldn't help but wonder: Inside every confident, driven, published writer, is there a delicate, fragile diarist just waiting to be saved?
Greetings, friends!
I heard from several people about last week’s newsletter.1 The general consensus seems to be that it’s really hard to form lasting habits. There’s plenty of research on how to force yourself to commit, though I can’t help but wonder: if it takes a million life hacks to do something on a consistent basis, is it even worth trying? Cue the Carrie Bradshaw voiceover.
In all seriousness, I experience a lot of uneasiness around goal-setting and decision-making. Whether the end game be a good habit or a new career, my unfortunate lack of psychic abilities makes it hard to know which path will yield a sufficiently satisfying result. Will I like living in the suburbs as an adult? (Yes, as it turns out.) Will a fancy bootcamp make me a tech industry shoe-in? (Probably not.) Will eating Manager’s Special meats give me a stomachache? (Not yet!) The banal suspense of it all!