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#parenting #value
“Is it writing if it never gets published? Is it really work if I’m not being paid for it? I keep telling myself yes, hang in there, it'll all work out, but some days I feel like I'm just mouthing the words and I don’t really believe them. Today has
“Is it writing if it never gets published? Is it really work if I’m not being paid for it? I keep telling myself yes, hang in there, it'll all work out, but some days I feel like I'm just mouthing the words and I don’t really believe them. Today has
As a writer, the question of worth is still one that plagues me. Today’s existential anxiety attack was set off by missing the compost drop off bc I was working on an essay. Not a solicited essay, one I want to write so I am (hopefully it'll be published but who knows) Especially on days when I’m not earning $, I put great stock in doing chores. Since I can’t contribute $ to the family, at least I can do the dishes, make dinner, dust, etc. This in part stems from my working class upbringing. And perhaps the masculine stereotype of “providing” So when I missed the compost drop off, I had a moment of absolute panic and an irrational dip of self-esteem. I had one job to do! Dropping off the goddamn compost. If I can't do that, then what good am I? As a partner, a dad, a human being. It got BIG real fast. Is it writing if it never gets published? Is it really work if I'm not being paid for it? I keep telling myself yes, hang in there, it’ll all work out, but some days I feel like I’m just mouthing the words and I don’t really believe them. Today has been one of those.
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“Is it writing if it never gets published? Is it really work if I’m not being paid for it? I keep telling myself yes, hang in there, it'll all work out, but some days I feel like I'm just mouthing the words and I don’t really believe them. Today has