A Visual Detour from a Comedy of Errors
This whole post is a millennial LOL
Good story, Sam.
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Here’s the deal. I am feeling a little pitiful today. A little pathetic, if you will. A little bit like I should probably put my head under a blanket and wait there until it’s January.
This whole year has felt like one long and winding personal disaster made up of multiple acts of a comedy of errors. I am old enough to know that some years are simply like that. I have enough calendars around me to know that it is only October 15th and there is still a decent amount of year to go. I am human enough to know that, in the middle of it, it feels like it will never end. As much as I like to call myself a robot, I have enough self-awareness to know that I am not. I am a sensitive enough person to know that I am sad today.
I have also collected enough data about my life to know what things don’t serve me.
One of the major things that doesn’t serve me is making a list of all the things that I feel have gone wrong, that I feel are against me, that I feel melancholy about. It’s a fool’s errand. It’s depression’s weapon. I can’t necessarily stop my brain from list-making (we know I love a list) but I can think through the list and know that while things on the list are real and true, the list itself is a bully.
The key for my brain is a distraction.
So, that is what this week’s newsletter is. A distraction. For me. A pictorial adventure through the last couple of weeks. For you. A visual gratitude list, basically. For everyone.
When I opened up a document to write this, I truly thought I would just say, “Things are hard. Here’s some pictures from the last few weeks.” Me? Just a quick intro? Hilarious.
Anyway, things are hard. Here’s some pictures from the last few weeks.
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