We all know of that one person who will complain all the way about how much he hates his job, his racist boss, the commute, his deadbeat co-workers and yet will stay there for fifteen plus years. It never occurs to him, perhaps, that there is always a choice. For as long as we are alive and not in prison somewhere, then we have a choice.
It is never too late to change your story, to shrug off the labels you have given yourself: you are only what you say to yourself you are.
What would it be like, I wonder? to do over, start afresh, begin anew? Pack up, leave and land where
When will you change your life? You have all the planners, all the motivational quotes, all the apps, all the requisite
You look life- and its challenges-squarely in the face. You attack it like cleaning! with the proper tools