You Don’t Know How Your Life Will Unfold

Stop pretending you do — you’re only hurting yourself.

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Last night, I told my boyfriend some concerns I had about my writing.

The article I’d gotten published in The Ascent yesterday turned out to be “uncurated” not long after it went live.

It did not get distributed in relevant topics, even though I thought this one had the best chance out of all the articles I’ve written and published to Medium so far.

I now have 37 stories on Medium, and none of them have been curated. I thought getting published with The Ascent might be my saving grace, my way out of “curation jail” as a writer put it in an article I read the other night.

Alas, it was not so.

The dreaded message still appeared above my story: “Our curators were not able to review this story for distribution in topics due to high volume.”

Bummer.

I felt a pang of disappointment at the time when the message appeared. I had thought that maybe this time, it would be different.

I guess not.

I was explaining all this to him, and sharing my fears around it.

Maybe the articles I’d been reading lately on curation and how to tell if you’re in…