I’ve always considered myself an achiever. I’m driven to accomplish things, and disciplined about going after my goals.
Which is why I was so confused when I coasted into the end of last year on fumes.
I felt aimless. Hopeless even. I still had a clear vision for my dream for the future, but for the first time in as long as I can remember I wasn’t hopeful that I could make it happen.
That’s a tough place to be in.