There are some days when it feels like no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you just aren’t going anywhere. You’re achieving nothing. You feel useless, you feel defeated, and you feel like all you can muster is the bare minimum.
If my gloomy introduction hasn’t tipped you off yet, I’m having a rough day. Stuff I thought I was handling, I actually wasn’t handling at all. I have days when I’m inconsolably hard on myself, and on those days, I have a terrible time following my own advice. I know that if I saw a friend struggle the way I currently am, I would tell them that they aren’t cutting themselves enough slack and that they’ve done a lot to be proud of, even if they’re having a rough day. I know what’s good for me–I’m just bad at believing I deserve it, sometimes.
Today was different from all those other days, though. Because today I received an email from someone who read that personal essay that made me do the most amount of emotional gymnastics I’ve had to do in a while. Today I was reminded of how vulnerability can bring people together. I got an email from a lovely human who reminded me of why I keep trying to do what I do.
I’ve been getting messages and emails here and there from readers of that HuffPo personal essay, and all I can say is, thank you so much for them. On a day like this, it’s exactly what I need to hear. Sometimes, your own personal affirmations aren’t enough. Sometimes, you just need to hear that you’ve done something that counts to other people. The fact that someone took the time out of their day to message me, a 20-something who hasn’t been able to call the mechanic for an oil change because of their fear of talking over the phone, is really the biggest compliment I can possibly get.
Thank you for pulling me out from my usual hidey-hole.