This is an informative and thought-provoking article. I'm thinking more about the crossroads of the passion economy, the gig economy, and traditional employment, and how conventional notions of "work" will evolve over the years.
When I was a kid, I remember being in a pen-pal program where we would write to students who attended school somewhere else in town. It was thrilling to write to each other about what we found curious and delightful. There was something special in the way we deliberately made some words larger than others on the page, and how we curated the stickers we chose to use.
Confronting my outdated words has helped me to accept the complex nature of putting thoughts down on paper. Thinking is transient. And filtered. And flawed.
This is very much how I feel about journaling. When I read my previous journal entries, I am reminded of how dynamic people are... some words are written with such fury that I smeared the pencil on paper, and some tear-stained pages where I had forgotten how painful some moments once were.
A reminder that good things take time—which transcends to all aspects of our life.
I’m not sure if I like the term ‘grind,’ though. Its connotation reminds me of ‘hustle’ and ‘hustle culture’, which can be very dangerous and lead to repeated lack of rest, and ultimately becomes permanent (or elongated) damage to our well-being.
What if instead of desperately seeking reassurance or turning away from love altogether, we accepted the essential instability of every relationship in our lives?
Such a profound insight and a question I ought to ask myself. This is so true for all kinds of relationships. If anything, instability and adapting to that instability may be a key component to experiencing fundamental joy in our lives.
I will be revisiting this piece regularly. I know it.
The painful reality of harassment, assault, and structuring personal identity is so difficult for many in the work force... and a reality that is often never shared. I hope many people feel less alone after reading this.
It’s crushing when what we think is our final destination for our hopes and dreams turns out to gift us with another new set of baggage to carry.
“I felt liberated when I started to accept that it wasn’t my job to mold relationships, that I could let my friendships and romantic relationships settle into their natural shape. That my only job was to figure out whether I was happy in them or not”
so beautifully said and often very difficult to put in practice.
There are people who will make you feel like you’re only interesting or valuable to them if you have it together—if you’re fun and popular and successful in your work life all the time. And it’s awful because if you surround yourself with those people for long enough, you believe that’s all that’s worthwhile about you. You think you’re only lovable as long as you keep up the performance.
This was a fascinating read. Just in time, too, since I was thinking of starting a substack as a place where I can freely write, and potentially earn an income. Though now I'm considering other platforms that I still have to read up on.
But we all know that’s not the truth if you live as we are subliminally told to live—with a full-time, demanding, and challenging career and a mortgage to pay, with a family to look after and a social life to uphold, with a strict routine that includes time for exercise, meal planning, and keeping your appearance aligned with what is currently deemed socially attractive, and with just enough spare time to mindlessly consume the latest Netflix drama.
Brief but potent message applied to many aspects of existence!
“As long as you imagine that the outside world will one day deliver to you the external rewards you need to feel happy, you will always perceive your survival as exhausting and perceive your life as a long slog to nowhere.”
Interesting excerpt — curious about Cleland’s work now.
One philosopher has taken a far more radical stand. Cleland argues that there’s no point in searching for a definition of life or even just a convenient stand‐in for one. It’s actually bad for science, she maintains, because it keeps us from reaching a deeper understanding about what it means to be alive.
Roxane Gay writes in a way that resonates with me and makes me think more deeply.
Having a job should not be this hard. It should not make people this unhappy. A terrible job, a truly terrible job, is not something we should be grateful for.
This subject is a conversation I’ve had with multiple people throughout the past year.
I love the ending of this piece, which is something I think about all the time: “how we can create workplace cultures that value the workers as much as the work” — not a single day of work passed where I don’t think about this.
Love is never what I think it will be. It's small but spreads wide, surprising me with its contours, its unfamiliarity, its unhurried rhythms. I don't know how I arrived at the conclusion that families are zero-sum. I never interrogated the apocryphal notion that my two families would repel each other like magnets or else collide and decimate me. I just couldn't face the questions, the mixing. The muddiness. But this is what love is.
I’ve been interested in how Old towns are formed. This article has some fascinating insight into the process and challenges about selecting and funding buildings that are deemed ‘preservable.’
Being an effective preservationist means understanding that our efforts to save buildings are woven into a complex tapestry of other important social needs, including—but not limited to—affordable housing, economic and social equity, economic development, and climate change. Insisting on an uncompromising approach to heritage conservation—particularly in instances in which the building in question is not a resource of singular historic value—makes it very easy to cast preservationists as unreasonable and out of touch.