What you feed grows; what you starve dies. Thoughts on a morning jog: God I’m slow. DO THE HARD THING. Why am I doing this? DO THE HARD THING. I am so old. DO THE HARD THING. I hope I don’t trip. DO T
If you realize your best friend is a mirror, this blog is for you. For years I watched my anxiety go up as I approached my performance review with my supervisor. I was an arrive early, stay late type