This book was never intended to be particularly personal; it was more a con-cept that interested me and tickled my desire to put pen to paper. And it’s not so much that the book even turned out to be about me, but examining other people’s lives ended up hugely influencing mine. I feel like I have a new bag all of a sudden and everything I used to carry might not fit anymore.
The bag metaphor feels earned at this point. The process of making this book, and the five months that have gone by while I drew these pages, have been so incredibly significant to me. I moved. I became an expert at to-do lists and Google spreadsheets. I lost some feeling in my right thumb and forefinger—something I’m a bit nervous about. I fainted and smashed my face into my kitchencounter (stitches). I wrote season four of Broad City. I learned about managing multiple projects. I learned that I have a lot to learn about managing multiple projects. I fell in love. I surprised myself. I remembered that a tiny idea can come alive if you want it to. I remembered the satisfaction of finishing something big. I remembered that you can find joy in work and life, and if you do it right, they
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