It’s a strange thing … to be tangled up in things no one else really cares about. To be so busy with worry that your constant back-and-forth looks like utter inaction. To be so afraid of doing something wrong that you end up doing something worse. To be exhausted by a marathon that looks like complete paralysis on the outside but feels like being on both sides of a violent tug-of-war on the inside. It’s not just emails and chapters and voicemails. It’s more. It’s the whole world. It’s every terrible thing that happens in the universe that I feel like I need to speak out about but then don’t
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