I’ve been obsessing over Cheryl Strayed’s “Tiny Beautiful Things” for the last few weeks. You may be already familiar with her name because a) you don’t live under a rock like me; or b) you’ve watched “Wild” – featuring America’s favourite potty-mouth DUI darling, Reese Witherspoon – based on Cheryl’s 2012 memoir.
This book is a compilation of her once-anonymous online advice column, with never-before-published pieces. If you’ve never checked it out before, I suggest you do it. Right now.
One of the first Dear Sugar pieces I ever read was that of a gentleman named Johnny, grappling with whether or not he should tell his current ladyfriend that he loves her, after a series of disappointing relationships that left him jaded and distrustful.
Cheryl’s answer made me an instant fangirl:
Don’t be strategic or coy. Strategic and coy are for jackasses. Be brave. Be authentic. The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.
…We’re all going to die, Johnny. Hit the iron bell like it’s dinnertime.
I’ve been regretting opening myself up to someone who couldn’t reciprocate; feeling like a complete moron for letting myself feel big things; say big things; only to be left disappointed.
Reading Sugar’s poignant response to trigger-shy Johnny, I realized that there’s nothing to regret, because I am tackling the motherfucking shit out of my life on every front. I trusted my gut; I tried one last time to find the right words.
I think this was a self-directed act of kindness more than anything, because I don’t have to wonder anymore – I hit that iron bell as hard as I could. (#noragrets)
Total Kindness Cost: $0
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