That became something of a habit, and I would then write stories about the people I imagined living in that village. My biggest regret is that I have spent so much of my time and energy mired in self-loathing.
It’s unproductive but hard to pull yourself out of. I would have written like 20 more books with the energy I spent feeling so terrible about myself. I tend to run away from heartbreak in a very dramatic fashion, like moving thousands of miles away or making a complete career change. M&Ms have also been a balm to my broken heart. I don’t cry much in my day-to-day life, but a movie with some kind of poignant thing happening? I basically need an entire box of Kleenex when that happens. How long does the pride and joy of accomplishing something last for you? #Roxane gay audacity substack movie# Unfortunately, the pride and joy of accomplishment lasts for less and less time.
It’s really kind of sad, because I want to sit in that moment, especially given how hard I work.
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