It’s funny how much time and energy and frustration I would have saved in my life had I been.
Just as I have repeatedly made mistakes, I’ve spent my life surprising myself.Over and over and over again.Mistake.Surprise.Mistake.Mistake.Surprise.Mistake.Surprise.I’ve lost.
I know what it’s like to go through the day disorganised, and without knowing what I’m doing.I know how.
You feel miserable. Life is hard. Everyone sucks.Nobody pays attention to you. Nobody respects you enough.You feel low. You’re.
We get frustrated because we aren’t progressing as we had planned.We aren’t there with the traction we hoped we’d be.
What’s the solution?Do we need to stop hiding?Not quite.That would mean taking on the additional burden of trying to.
I had someone email me recently that their lack of purpose was driving them crazy.They felt lost; trapped.Surely the.
If someone were to ask me what words I’d use to describe working for myself, many would come to.
When I am a victim……I feel a weight on my shoulders. It’s pushing down so that I bend slightly.