“You are not your debt.” That one piece of advice was why I started this blog. It was written by a woman who lost her job and decided to make a go of it in another profession. Unfortunately, I have forgotten the exact details of her circumstances.
A lot of people start over. Earlier this month the New York Times profiled several professionals who switched careers. All of them were so well polished. And in each case, they were making as much as if not more than they were before.
“You are not your debt.”
But it feels like you are your debt or your lack of motivation or your deficient organizational skills.
Buster, a big bruiser of a French bulldog, destroyed a blanket and a pillow. My headphones were chewed up by Harley the Havanese. I forgive my dogs everything and I cannot forgive myself anything.
I love my new profession. Why am I not glowing with a sheen of success?
“You are not your debt.”
I only made it to physical therapy once this past week. This morning I overslept. My living room is a disaster. And I want to believe that none of us are the things that overwhelm us.
“You are not your debt.”
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