Doing It My Way

On breakups, tacos, and doing things differently

IT HAS BEEN ONE WEEK since I shared the “break up” post.

The news of a rupture in my personal life became my highest-performing post in a long time. I even gained a few new paid subscribers, thanks to a perfectly positioned paywall right at the cliffhanger.

You might think people are starving for gossip, that we like to gawk at the car wrecks of each other’s lives with our mouths agape.

But I see something else.

We love vulnerability. Honesty. Humanity.

The truth is: we are all fucking up our lives in one way or another.

Some of us are in the wrong relationships, unwilling to face the heartache that comes with choosing ourselves.

Some of us are in the wrong careers, feeling like we’ve walked too far down this road to turn back now. This is who I am. This is how the world sees me.

And many of us are kind of, sort of doing the thing—almost—but not really living our truth to its fullest expression.

And the worst part is, we know it.

So naturally, there is comfort in hearing from another human who didn’t get it totally right either. They fucked it up. Shit hit the fan.

My life kind of blew up about a month ago, in the middle of a family holiday in India. The things we had been sweeping under the rug were suddenly out in the harsh daylight: the ways we had hurt each other, the ways we had abandoned ourselves for the security of love, the quiet realization that we weren’t being our best selves with each other.

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