Tell Me More: Stories about the 12 Hardest Things I'm Learning to Say

by Kelly Corrigan

“I kept asking, Why did this happen? It was all I could think about some days.” She said she tried a dozen different stories, but nothing fit. Nothing stuck. Until she finally figured it out: It happened because it can.

I loved it, not the talk of Jesus but the incense, the organ, the sharing of peace. I loved completing the motions of mass from muscle memory. Maybe my religion was nostalgia.

same with me! Deool, ghanta, udbatti, niranjan.. 😊

Voltaire said: “Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.”

There’s no expectation of some linear progression from agony to okayness. It goes in circles. It’s sloppy.”

You can’t be really loved if you can’t bear to be really known.

Learn to say no. And when you do, don’t complain and don’t explain. Every excuse you make is like an invitation to ask you again in a different way.

most cases, when you think you can fix something in two seconds flat, you’re either dead wrong or you rob people of the chance to solve their own problems, which is where self-confidence comes from. So I try to say “tell me more” instead of “here’s what I think.”

this is gold!!