“ This, at least, is familiar territory: the steady self-cursing monologue that accompanies anything I do that is physically taxing or stressful. Hiking or moving furniture or driving in bad weather. That kind of thing.”
I’ve found my self-cursing monologue to be a good barometer of the merit of doing something in recent years. The more I curse myself out, the more worthwhile the thing usually is.
“ This, at least, is familiar territory: the steady self-cursing monologue that accompanies anything I do that is physically taxing or stressful. Hiking or moving furniture or driving in bad weather. That kind of thing.”
I’ve found my self-cursing monologue to be a good barometer of the merit of doing something in recent years. The more I curse myself out, the more worthwhile the thing usually is.