Take every single thought leader our generation has had the opportunity of knowing—Marie Forleo, Simon Sinek, Brené Brown, Paulo Coelho, what do they have in common?
The slump, I’ve discovered, isn’t a hole. It’s a ceiling, and it always comes when you’re on the verge of breaking it.
One comes across a variety of content while surfing the web. Some are educational; these you save and never look at again. Others are life-saving, like that video of a dog and a cat snuggling. But every once in a while, the algorithm slides you a chunk of sobering truth—reality stripped of embellishments and presented
Why do we read the books we read? Or hang on to the words of a mentor? Or even listen to hours’ worth of motivational speeches? This is an easy one. We do it to draw inspiration. Not like role models, but something more intimate, like looking at another self—a better self, through someone else.
I am a creature of habit. I like the clockwork synchronicity of activities falling into place. I like the way I pull my chair out from my desk at 8:00 AM and the way I lift my heels for a stretch at 9:45 AM. I like the ding on my phone’s calendar reminding me of