Fatigue and the Lie of the Self

I have been thinking about fatigue and why I am tired much of the time. It’s not that I walk around with my head hanging, gasping for air—it’s that I’ll be fine and happy and suddenly, out of nowhere it seems, I’m so tired I can barely finish a sentence, never mind read a book or answer emails or have a thought that feels important. This kind of fatigue is exhausting. It’s like: how can I keep going?

Disappointment and Grit

I’m working on a book about money, and I was thinking about self-worth. I was trying to remember the first time I felt like a failure around money, like I was not good with it or that I was like a piggy bank with no bottom, something money/value ran through.

New Year's Resolutions and Who Are You, Anyway?

What if instead of New Year’s Resolutions we called them New Year’s Dreams? What if we treated goals as dreams, and dreams as imaginable targets instead of someday but not today escape routes? What if we had the courage to name what we really wanted even if it seemed petty or impossible?