My friends—perhaps all of our friends—are unknowingly participating in a new breed of “lifestyle arms-race”.
Guilt is a strange phenomenon, undoubtedly necessary for civilization, but strange in our age of self-professed enlightenment
If the kitchen is the heart of the house, then what’s the heart of the kitchen?
I’ve become a fascist when it comes to information intake. I haven’t owned a TV in over a decade (And, no, I don’t have Netflix).
The difficulty you’re experiencing isn’t attributed to any single task or project—it’s the comittment to the work itself and the fear of failure that’s hard.
I’m guilty, as I’m sure most of you are, of working harder for other people than I do for myself. I started thinking, “If I worked the way I do for myself, for other people, I would fire me.”