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    The Version of You That Made ‘That Choice’ Wasn’t Lost

    Every Version of You Was Working With What It Had Now that I’ve been seeing, literally on repeat, more posts, comments, thought bubbles on this, I’m more locked in and convinced I’m on a solid path where I need to stay honed on understanding behaviors and patterns not just in myself but in others. You know, like, and I’m sure there’s a name for this theory, when you love the look of a particular silver car, then all of a sudden, you see that very car like everywhere, multiple times. And not in that stalking way where every internet-tracking, nosy algorithm suddenly decides that’s all you’re interested in, now pops…

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    When You’re No Longer Building Your Life on Fear

    And making space for possibility. Have you ever noticed how differently we approach life when we’re excited about something versus when we’re scared shitless of it? Somewhere along the way, a lot of usβ€”myself absolutely includedβ€”become frickin’ expert-level warriors when it comes to protecting ourselves in any and every situation, and for good cause, let me add. Looking back, it’s hardly an overly suspicious or shocking revelation that so many of us have built parts of our lives around fear. It’s seen as practical and responsible. I know I saw it as telling myself that I was making smart choices and, again to be fair, nine times out of ten,…

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    The Truth About “Catching Up”

    And Why I Quit Trying. I used to foolishly believe that if I could just clear my to-do list, I’d finally feel caught up. But I was only clearing it up to make space for the next stack of to-dos, and the next and the next. Another work email to answer, another post to write, another idea I swore I’d get to once β€œthings slowed down.” The older I get, the bigger the backlog seems to fill up, in all things. Half-written blog drafts. Unread books. Old voice memos with β€œbrilliant ideas” I’d never started. And the work and family stuff is too mammoth to even mention. The lists, plural,…