I'm clearly a lists person: to-do lists, bucket lists, wishlists, lists of books I will get to someday. Lately, I've been unsatisfied with various aspects of life, and my first instinct was reaching for a gratitude list to mediate this anger. But won't that mean I'm running away from what I'm becoming subconsciously resentful towards? How would being grateful help me right now? Instead, I made a list of everything I currently hate about my life: a fickle career trajectory, stalled writing progress, shyness around new people. There's something cathartic about naming your discontent. When it dwells in your chest, it stays shapeless - a wrongness you don't interrogate until it's normalized. When written down, however, it becomes a list of problems; and problems, unlike moods, can be worked on. One item on my list said: I hate how small voice gets when I talk. Around new people, my sentences trail off and I over-edit myself mid-thought until no word survives. I've known this about myself…
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