I turn anxiety into comfort and a few knowing laughs for people. It’s my whole thing. If I can’t find joy in the wreckage, what’s the point?
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen.
But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.
The myth that ‘you have to be a massive success before 30 or you’re nothing’ really got to me. Instead of dealing with it head on, I locked my fears in a deep, dark place and let them grow until everything around me seemed dark.