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I read somewhere that in order to write well, you’ve got to inject humility and get really high on it.
Only truth matters. Only real stories matter. Life matters.
Not another GaryVee remix that you try to pass off as your “honest thoughts” or generic Medium articles that you write to impress people.
Experiences filled with anxiety, anticipation and fear of failure — as well as stories that are written from them — that’s what matters.
This post is an attempt, at last, to start doing that.
My honest story
It’s not easy to write about your failures and shortcomings.
On the other hand, it’s hugely liberating to stop lying to yourself and face the truth.
Here is mine.
Background
The first time I moved somewhere from my home country (mother Russia) was in 2007 — I was 9, me and family followed my dad to California for his Stanford MBA. I went to elementary school in Palo Alto and learned English.
By the end of the 2 years, I didn’t want to move back. I had friends, I had life there. And I really liked the States. Coming back to Russia was so stressful, I switched 8 schools during my 11 years of education.
Talk about focus.
