Making good choices is hard. In fact, there’s only one thing I hate more than not having any choice, and that’s having to make one at all.
You could make a strong argument that the universe is poorly designed.
Don’t get me wrong, I doubt I could do a better job. But, due to what appears to be a mistake in the grand universal design, nothing is purely, unequivocally good. There’s always a trade-off.
Recently, I caught up with a friend I don’t get to see often enough. Neither of us were in a Major Life Crisis, so we were doing that thing where we swap minor problems back and forth—everything from busyness to boredom to the various ways our ageing bodies are mysteriously misbehaving.
[post status: a brief life update] When Walking on Custard came out in 2015 (aside: I cannot believe that was three years ago! What on EARTH is happening to the flow of time?!), I needed some sort of online home. I considered all kinds of wild, imaginative ideas, like interactive websites which would act as companions to the…
How to use the exact right amount of effort all the time.
There’s lots of advice out there on how to achieve your dreams.
But what if I don’t know what my dream even is?! How on earth do I move on when I have difficulty realising what I even want?
Now that I’m (mostly) successfully managing my anxiety, everything should be great forever… right?! Well, no. Obviously life isn’t magically perfect. (Though of course “less anxiety” is a huge improvement!) This is fine. I never expected perfection. But something else I didn’t expect was that managing anxiety better could itself cause problems.
I’m fond of planning. I’m a Plan Fan, a man who can plan. I plan, er… Inner critic: Hello reader. If you don’t respect anyone who can’t think of more than three rhymes for “plan”, you might like to turn away now. Anyway. I like looking ahead, you might say. But if I get too…