It’s not how much something costs that matters, but how often you use it.
Every once in a while, I offer help openly — I ask people how they are, what they’re working on and how I can help.
But the problems of doing so, other than adding to my already overflowing inbox, is the lack of direction and worthwhile requests.
My hands are shaking; I’m nervous, even though I shouldn’t be.
I’m on the skytrain in Bangkok, on my way home from lunch, and I see a girl wearing the prettiest shoes ever.
I hesitate for at least five minutes, but when I realize my stop is approaching, it’s now or never. I have to ask or I’ll regret it.
One morning, after sending out my newsletter, I cringed because I realized I had made a mistake.
Instead of the person’s first name being displayed, it showed this:
Today, I woke up a bit upset.
Last night, the people in the apartment next to mine had a party and blasted music until 5am. It was so loud that even with earplugs, I could hear the vibration, and so, I couldn’t sleep.