The real question isn't, “When will I finally be happy?”
And then we get the promotion, and the imposter syndrome gets louder. We lose the weight, and find new flaws to fixate on. We find the partner, and discover new depths of our own unhealed wounds. tmsetup
We spend so much of our lives chasing a singular, seductive myth: that one day, we will arrive . The real question isn't, “When will I finally be happy
We tell ourselves: Once I get the promotion, I’ll feel secure. Once I lose the weight, I’ll be confident. Once I find the partner, I’ll be whole. The real question isn't
So here’s the deep cut: