“Just keep going. You’re gonna make it.”
That was my mantra last week, which I repeated at least 3,389 times. I was so sick and stressed that finding a positive thought seemed like cleaning the Augean Stables. No way I was going to meet my deadlines/continue living.
Five years ago I would’ve thrown in the towel and wallowed in bed for a week. But this year, I had a game plan.