I almost skipped everything today.
I woke up with a weird kink in my upper back that radiated forward between my lungs, making it painful to breathe and move, so I spent most
Rose-colored glasses force a happy ending. Greyscale glasses expect the worst. Both disconnect you from reality. What I found instead gave me more power over my life, not less, but it required letting go of the one thing I thought gave me control.
I have a million ideas and want to pursue them all... and that's my biggest problem.
For years, I thought keeping all my options open was freedom, but it turns out, refusing to choose hasn't been keeping me free; it's been keeping me trapped.
“Greatness isn’t handed to you!” she urged from the stage, as she addressed a room full of self-proclaimed future billionaires. One thousand of them.
I saw only a clip of her talk,
I’m having a love affair with my life.
It’s the romance I always sought in another,
which never failed to leave me feeling hollow
like a mirage of something real.
Life