I had drifted far away from my big life goal (frankly, I haven’t done anything in this direction for years). And yet plan “A” was to be a writer. Great writer. A fucking novelist. Not a content writer or journalist, not a teacher, makeup artist, or a manager. So how did this happen? How did I became a back-up version of myself?
Hey, do you know that you can achieve better life just by tuning a few things in your mind? Sounds … More