πI am giving my full half.
My half heres, half theres are deadly.
In the long run.
The long run repeats itself.
That Monday.
The minute I return from lunch break.
The day Iβm back from vacation.
A vacation for the mind.
Where I get to fill up my heart with things that are non-work related.
Until the day when I step back into the cycle
Of checking emails, having a break and checking emails again.
Of disciplining my mind hoping that..
β¦ thatβ¦
hoping what?
That my love life will give me the lost fulfilment I have been craving for?
That my children eventually pay back for the time invested in them?
That my friends take care or the liberation of my spirit?
That someday I win the aliveness lottery?
HOPING WHAT? EXACTLY?
What am I hoping for by just waiting?
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[dramatic pause]
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I know it. You know it and you feel it.
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THE ANTIDOTE TO EXHAUSTION IS NOT HAVING MORE TIME. IT’S BEING π₯MORE ALIVE.βοΈ
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What do you want to dare today to make yourself 3% happier?
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β₯οΈWe love you.β₯οΈ
β₯οΈWe really do.β₯οΈ
Your Arc Crew
β¦that has a total crush on you, your mission, your anxieties and your true awesomeness.