Things didn’t turn out the way you thought they would. And now that crazy awesome idea you had proved a complete and utter flop. The other idea doesn’t look like it’s going to shake out how you’d planned, either.
It’s been said we’re exposed to over 5,000 ads per day. Aside from all our wonderful, elected “representatives” spending that dark money telling us how evil—nevermind unqualified—they all are, we’re subconsciously drowning in fake success.
Everywhere we turn, we see happy, successful people—easily—living their dream lives. Meanwhile, we go through the motions every day in order to pay our bills, incrementally chip away at debt, and hope we’ll get our shit together before it’s too late.
It’s tedious. And they never told us this would become our reality.
It’s easy to catch a glimpse of reality that leaves you in a sour funk.
It’s easy for that funk to hang on you like inescapable futility.
But stop for a minute and ask yourself—
How would Successful Me deal with this shit?
Would Successful You mope around and pout all day?
Would Successful You let past failure define future potential?
Successful You would probably be like, “Wow. Okay. NEXT!”
As my Excitable family would say, “FTBS. It’s time to throw down.”