You know that thought. That slimy, unattractive though that creeps into your mind every now and then with a deflating presence.
What am I doing?
It’s such a loaded question, or at least it’s always been for me. My closest friends know that every 4-6 months I will have somewhat of a mini-life crisis where I’m constantly questioning what the hell I’m doing with my life.
I’d like to address that thought this morning (with more poise than I’d truly like to deliver).
Dear Confusing Thought,
Go dunk yourself.