You need the kind of people who you can talk about the complicated parts of your life with. The kind of people who won’t judge you, the kind of people who will listen to you and hold you when you’re crying because you can’t make sense of what’s going on.
You can give yourself 24 hours to feel sorry for yourself, but that’s it because while your life might feel like it’s falling apart the rest of the world is still moving.
Don’t be the person who says these phrases anymore, “I would, but…” or “I know I could, but…” But nothing! You are wasting your life. This is all the time you get.
Maybe we need to remind ourselves that love isn’t supposed to make sense all the time. It isn’t supposed to be easy, or wrapped up in a pretty box with a neatly-tied bow.
You’re making your life harder than it has to be when you fail to take any risks, when you’re always settling. You shouldn’t settle in life, stop waiting for the ‘perfect’ moment to go after what you want because honestly, the perfect moment will never come.
Sometimes you just can’t fix all the broken pieces, no matter how much you want to save them. Sometimes things are too crushed and damaged to be put back together because not everything that’s broken is meant to be fixed.
I’m really sorry if you had a bad experience once or twice, but if you have a string of shitty relationships with ‘assholes’, maybe the problem is not the entire population of men. Perhaps you should consider that maybe the problem is you.
An entrepreneur knows that every opportunity where something did not go as planned is an opportunity to learn. Learning is not an excuse, it’s a privilege.
But somewhere along the dad path I made a strategic shift – and if it were a bumper sticker that shift would read: “Shit Happens. Deal With It.”
Self-love isn’t about treating yourself like a two-year-old. It’s about treating yourself like that two-year-old’s parent – the one who knows better than their impulsive and temperamental child.