It’s freaking September! What was supposed to be a short break turned into a three-month hiatus. Whoops! And no, it wasn’t the antarctic temperatures that froze my banter-producing fingers. It was a series of events that unfolded earlier in the year that slapped me out of my false sense of invincibility and into a very ugly human state – a state that I needed to experience in its full form before I could make the decision to turn my life around. Don’t worry, I haven’t joined a cult or anything in that realm of crazy.
I never understood this seemingly cryptic piece of advice: Slow down to go fast? It’s taken a couple of meltdowns, anxiety attacks, and stress-induced gastritis to achieve clarity on the […]
You rise to the morning alarm and begin your day with what appears to be a jolt of energy, but is simply the unwarranted fear of missing the 7.20am train, […]