Maria Popova collects the advice of Cheryl Strayed and uses Strayed’s words to deconstruct motherfuckery.
Invoking the time right before she wrote her first book, when she too was a twenty-something writer plagued by the same fear that she was “lazy and lame,” Strayed recounts how she “finally reached a point where the prospect of not writing a book was more awful than the one of writing a book that sucked”; in other words, she got off the nail.