What A Plate Of French Toast Taught Me About Facing Failure
I don’t think the problem is quite that I’m afraid of failure because most people are.
My autobiography will be titled “Talk Too Much” or “Daddy-in-Chief”
I don’t think the problem is quite that I’m afraid of failure because most people are.
You’ll never understand how a relationship that ended four years ago still affects me so deeply.
The truth is, I feel lost. I feel swallowed by my emotions, by feelings of insufficiency, doubt, and panic. I find it difficult to get through my day; I have to consciously push away negative feelings and angry impulses.
I finally broke down, tears streaming down my face as I spurted out worry after worry.
I’m fairly certain we all have that one couple on our feeds, the couple who constantly post selfies (or should they be “relfies” – “relationship-selfies?”) of themselves smiling and sipping margaritas they probably didn’t have to pay for