…of myself as a pretty smart person, but the truth is that I can’t seem to think my way out of this. The only way I’ve found to banish momentarily that shadow of the idealized self is to pay for it to go away — with a Sephora shopping spree or a spin class.
The New York Times
I do it by going to Africa to climb a huge mountain. Or to Iceland to ride horses for weeks on end. Or to…you get the point. Remove ourselves from the stupidity of the conversation and it has no power. Come back to the same influences and the hooks re-set. Welcome home, they say. You look like shit. You’re old and you put on three pounds. Time to kill the messenger.