I spoke yesterday with a new friend, and towards the end of our conversation we chatted about writing styles. She’s a fly by the seat of her pants writing binger. When the muse comes, hold on tight and let ‘er rip. We talked about how one can’t force the writing, it just has to come. Except of course, for the people that works for. And this got me thinking about Mindfulness.
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You realize you’ve been avoiding work—real work, not just what they see you do. Really rebelling against it—allowing your body and mind to get in full agreement that work is stupid and not the boss of you. After all, you’re your own boss (of life), and if you don’t wanna work, then you’re not gonna.
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