The anchor to your doom attachment What gives it away is the implied inevitability. The language. That it’s always, or never. Like I am never going to be successful. Stings. Hurts. My eyes are watering. I scramble to avoid it, … Continue reading
When your successes are temporary and your failures always return… The anchor to doom attachment
The tribes that live near the North Pole have lots of words for snow. Syracuse people have one: snooow… that is pronounced with a guttural growl.