Rising Like Affleck’s Back Tat

If we were having coffee…

I’d tell you that Life is the utmost asshole. Of course, I don’t have a monopoly on this sentiment and you’d likely nod in understanding. Only, you’d do so without understanding the specific context in which I cry out against Life with shaking fists.

I feel beat. I’ve felt beat for some time. I’ve finally been beaten.

Vulnerability

I read a lot of about vulnerability in writing, and I hear a lot about being vulnerable with friends and coworkers. This idea of purposefully exposing myself to criticism as a method of success and growth leaves me stumped.