I make my own decisions.
And apparently right now I'm choosing to be stuck.
F$#%
I'm sitting at my desk at work, staring at three pages on a word document. That's all that I have so far after ripping apart the previous draft of my proposal.
Did I mention f$#%?
I'm nauseas, but I want to binge. I want to scream at anyone dropping by my door saying all of the cute and ridiculous things that I usually welcome and enjoy.
I hate feeling like this. Like all of my self worth is wrapped up in an advanced degree that I elected to pursue.
What do you do when you find yourself in a corner that you've painted yourself into? Take a few deep breaths and fight like hell until the real you has won. The you that's unafraid and knew that you had this all along.
Breathing. F$@% fear. I've got this.
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