You sound like the train of thought that runs through my head at 3am when I don't grab my phone to jot it down because I don't want the screen glare to wake my Mister. 45 and still recovering from my last 3 or 4 fuck-ups.
As someone who just turned 30 on one hand it kind of sucks that this question never stops being asked. But on other hand it’s a nice reminder that even if you do you will always figure it out.
Wow that’s awesome! I love the “did I fuck everything up?” Question as almost a time marker to move us through time and how the question never changes, just keeps popping up like something living in the pit of us.
You sound like the train of thought that runs through my head at 3am when I don't grab my phone to jot it down because I don't want the screen glare to wake my Mister. 45 and still recovering from my last 3 or 4 fuck-ups.
It’s the only train that’s always on time 😭 so glad to hear it resonated with you!
As someone who just turned 30 on one hand it kind of sucks that this question never stops being asked. But on other hand it’s a nice reminder that even if you do you will always figure it out.
The question never changes, but the answer does. It goes from "oh no!" to "I got this" to "fuck it, yolo."
Loved this 🫶
So glad to hear that!
Loved this! It hit home
We've all asked that question too many times, right?
Love how you continued to make your way, AJ!
Have you discovered Marie Forleo yet?
Marie Forleo
(a late Gen Xer), wrote the book ”Everything is Figureoutable “.
I see this ability which you so wonderfully shared about as an Xer superpower!
I share some of my thoughts on this in my post, “Who’s on first? … What!?”
Love reading your articles! TY
Thanks for the recommendation - I love that book title :) And it's true!
Thank you! ~ from an 80s baby who lives in a 700sq ft apt
Thanks! 💕 so glad to have found you.
Beautiful and inspiring 💫 thank you
My comment got cut off, but I was saying our exchange inspired me to write this now.
Wow that’s awesome! I love the “did I fuck everything up?” Question as almost a time marker to move us through time and how the question never changes, just keeps popping up like something living in the pit of us.
Over here just continuing to fuck things up at 46. Loving every minute of it. Thanks for your lovely essay.