Year’s end always brings reckoning. My inbox is full of people taking stock: of their finances, of their families’ paths through this rocky year, of books read, places visited, or even word counts from Nanowrimo. It’s as if we need to measure ourselves up before someone else does it, before the narrative of our lives is coopted by the capitalist structures of our societies and used against us. We weren’t
On choosing inspiration over shame
On choosing inspiration over shame
On choosing inspiration over shame
Year’s end always brings reckoning. My inbox is full of people taking stock: of their finances, of their families’ paths through this rocky year, of books read, places visited, or even word counts from Nanowrimo. It’s as if we need to measure ourselves up before someone else does it, before the narrative of our lives is coopted by the capitalist structures of our societies and used against us. We weren’t