Life is Bullshit.
Now more than ever it resonates...Life is bullshit⚡
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This is just a reminder that you are not you.
You are not your physical body. You are not your thoughts.
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I realize that social media is a rainbow-washed fairytale land of lovely perceptions and pumped up improbabilities, and thus I'm always striving to be more authentic.
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So here is me. Off of little sleep and lots of work. Hard conversations and still putting in those hours. Working to make sure my clients are winning, and working to make sure I'm backing up what I help them do, with that same action in my own space.
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And after all the meditating... All the journaling... All the mental health structure building and maintaining... All the eating pretty A1 and striving for more in my workouts...
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I still have bags under my eyes. Pain still exhausts me. I still have passionate dislike for some people, and unbalanced desire for others. I still feel the weight of the voices that tell me my effort is futile.
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That's it. That's the tweet. It gets better. It gets worse. But it ends. And it never ends.
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If you find yourself in a place where that's it... You're just done.... Let someone know. They feel that shit too. It can happen to any of us. And so realize that we're all in this together, and if you need a rope... Scream for a rope. The storm rages on, and while my arms hold life, I will fight to pull you out of the sea💪
.
This is just a reminder that you are not you.
You are not your physical body. You are not your thoughts.
.
I realize that social media is a rainbow-washed fairytale land of lovely perceptions and pumped up improbabilities, and thus I'm always striving to be more authentic.
.
So here is me. Off of little sleep and lots of work. Hard conversations and still putting in those hours. Working to make sure my clients are winning, and working to make sure I'm backing up what I help them do, with that same action in my own space.
.
And after all the meditating... All the journaling... All the mental health structure building and maintaining... All the eating pretty A1 and striving for more in my workouts...
.
I still have bags under my eyes. Pain still exhausts me. I still have passionate dislike for some people, and unbalanced desire for others. I still feel the weight of the voices that tell me my effort is futile.
.
That's it. That's the tweet. It gets better. It gets worse. But it ends. And it never ends.
.
If you find yourself in a place where that's it... You're just done.... Let someone know. They feel that shit too. It can happen to any of us. And so realize that we're all in this together, and if you need a rope... Scream for a rope. The storm rages on, and while my arms hold life, I will fight to pull you out of the sea💪
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