Life is fleeting, and all good things are only good because they are temporary. Revel in the contrast, because sweet wouldn’t mean a thing without bitter.
It’s Friday, star gazers, and here are few things to help you get into it.
1.This happy little piece from Women’s Running on the similarities between running marathons and writing books. It’s
possibly only fun for me slightly niche fun but I think it’s a great read for anyone who likes running and writing and/or anyone looking to pick one or both of these things up. There’s a refreshing clarity in committing to a thing that’s more about effort than talent. All my life I’ve been obsessed with the having and not having of talent. It’s a crippling thing, but since I decided to just put one foot in front of another, and write one word after another, without stunting myself with questions of ‘can i? should i? am i good enough? am i allowed to do this?‘ I’ve felt cleaner and calmer than a rockpool. Check out the whole thing here for a pop of hashtag life inspo but here’s an excerpt:
Writing forced me to spend so much time in my own head that it was a relief, if occasionally a painful one, to get out the door and do something so unabashedly and unquestionably physical. Running required very little thinking. In fact, it was better not to think. The book was an intellectual black hole that sucked out every bit of ability I had ever possessed. I was new to both and suffered parallel growing pains, which is the writerly way of saying I was sucking pretty hard all around. But a bad writing day did not necessarily align with a bad running day, so there was always hope of some reprieve. Eventually I got better—even good—at both.
On a good day, I use the time on my feet to work out the problems on the page. On a decent day, I use the time to empty my brain. On a bad day, I’m just running away, using the slap of my feet against the pavement to beat out my frustrations, sweating out the critical voices in my own head. And the truth is, that while those are the worst days, that’s when running is the most effective. The longer, the better. If things are hard, 10 miles is good, 20 is better, 50 is best. Like a forest fire, it burns out the old and makes space for the newest shoots and smallest leaves. It lets in the light.
2. This perfect, perfect open letter to the idiot Stark children for not treating their direwolves with the proper respect, from BlackNerdProblems. I only just discovered this site this week, and shockingly, there has a been a bit of decline in my productivity and turn-around times at work. I WONDER WHY. Read an excerpt below, the entire thing here, and just delight in the humour and truth of it.
Remember back when Joffrey was being a fuckboy then turned that fuckboyedness toward Arya holding her at sword point? Nymeria saw that shit and kept it a fucking buck as she ran up on Joffrey with the clamp to the hand? Arya tossed Joffrey’s piece into the river and they bounced from the scene of the crime. Arya had Nymeria dip ’cause she knew they’d try to Earth her for what she did
3. This heartwarming video about the world’s tiniest eco-warrior getting in his feels about the state of the planet. We should all feel this way. At some point he gets so angry at all the looters and polluters (I really, really hope his mum gets him every episode of Captain Planet) that he says he could even call them the S word! The S word, his mum clarified, was ‘stupid’. Oh the heart aches! Also, how amazing that this kid is so clear on his life purpose that he wants to be an ‘adult right now!’ so he can get on with it. His name is Henry Marr and I would be so honoured to raise a kid like this.
4. This invitation to some serious fun, from the Oxford and Cambridge Club of Nigeria. They’re having a ball- a real, honest-to-goodness ball- in Lagos, Nigeria on June 16th, 2016. It’s open to everyone, not just alumni. The theme is Monte Carlo, so I’m told there’ll be gambling and glamour galore. Here’s the flyer, which has ticket prices and RSVP deets. I’m going, so for those of you who still want to risk disappointment by meeting me in person, here’s your chance.
5.Finally this Alain De Botton article called Why You WIll Marry The Wrong Person. Now I know this seems not-quite-fun but it’s actually full of some solid life advice, viz, don’t put all your happiness eggs in the basket of one other person. Figure out how to be happy on your own, first. Here’s an excerpt:
The person who is best suited to us is not the person who shares our every taste (he or she doesn’t exist), but the person who can negotiate differences in taste intelligently — the person who is good at disagreement. Rather than some notional idea of perfect complementarity, it is the capacity to tolerate differences with generosity that is the true marker of the “not overly wrong” person. Compatibility is an achievement of love; it must not be its precondition.
This week’s featured image is of a sunrise to remind you that the next one you see will mean it’s officially the weekend, so
GO FORTH AND FROLIC.