Lyndsay Rush

“No one is mad at you. No one thinks you’re stupid. (Honestly, everyone thinks you’re hot.) No one noticed that one embarrassing thing you did back there and if they did, they already stopped thinking about it. You’re doing a great job. You look cute today. You are very funny. You would be missed. It’s okay. Things happen. You will get another chance. Everyone you admire has had to ask for help. If they left, they are not the one. If they made you feel small, they are not the one. If they tip 10%, they are not the one. What you’re feeling is totally normal. That person was wrong about you. You can pull that off (maybe reexamine the idea of only wearing clothing that is “flattering”— it’s maybe not the guiding light it should be). There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Things will get easier. You are not in the way. What you’re feeling makes sense. You do not have to earn joy or rest. You do not have to be your “best self” every day. (And if someone tells you this they are a life coach trying to funnel you into a six-week course. Run.) No one does it like you. It is not too late. You are not too old. You are worthy of good things. If cauliflower can be pasta you can be whatever you want.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“Thanks for your email! SIKE—the only emails any of us are actually thankful for are ones that tell us our package is arriving today, our food is almost here, or that we landed the gig. If your message does not fit into one of those categories, please consider me out of the office, out of reach, out of my mind, and out of patience. I will be far, far away from my inbox until the phrase “Can I pick your brain?” is outlawed or we find a way to convince clients that their edits always make the piece worse—whichever comes first. If your request is urgent, no it isn’t. If you can’t figure it out without me, yes you can. If you really can’t figure it out without me, aren’t you grateful I’m so talented? Let’s make sure to circle back on that when I get back to you next week/month/decade. Thanks in advance, xoxo. P.S. Your email found me well because it did not find me.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems