resilience is bullsh*t, and john green may be a magician
I have heard the word “resilience” more times than I can count, almost always from someone being paid by the hour to say it. A John Green novel finally explained what it actually means.
I have heard the word “resilience” more times than I can count, almost always from someone being paid by the hour to say it. A John Green novel finally explained what it actually means.
Once grief enters your life, it stays. What surprised me most wasn’t that it stayed. It was where it decided to live.
Nothing says welcome to the neighborhood like four government photos of your trash and recycling cans, one of your home, and a close-up of your name and address on a shipping label, and a $75 fine.
I am licensed to practice law in North Carolina. I live in Washington, DC. I work from an office in Arlington, Virginia. Three jurisdictions, only one of which I’m licensed in, and it is never the one I’m standing in.
I don’t know if I’m in the rowboat or the water, but I’m certainly waiting for something that is never coming.