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.
[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…
I never really grew out of childishness.
It’s just so fun. Children get to be curious, silly, and playful. And there’s something delightfully mindful about the capacity they have to get absorbed in an activity for hours on end.
I often feel pressure, like questions are burnt into my brain by endless repetition:
[SUPER QUICK POST] Today, some Incredibly Obvious Advice Which I Always Forget. You know those things you enjoy doing? (Perhaps you don’t. For me, modern life often turns into a kind of repetitive drudgery where days blend into one another. Even so, there’s usually something at some point lately which brought some joy. It’s useful…
How to use the exact right amount of effort all the time.
I want the answer. The one, single answer which will solve all my problems.
I sometimes felt like my life isn’t worth living.
For most of us, learning to be happy after anxiety isn’t a smooth journey. If you pushed me into saying more, I’d go as far as saying it’s a bumpy journey. In fact, I’d probably get over-excited and go super-metaphorical about it: