I spent all of last night thinking about mine. I know it’s in there. I know it exists. But if you’re like me it’s been buried behind 30 plus years of stressing about the wrong thing. Of worrying about people’s opinions.
Of not being yourself.
I thought long and hard all night. At 4am I was still thinking. We all have a thing. I know we do. I didn’t quite get to mine. I think it will show up.
If it’s like anything else in life I bet we have a positive thing and a negative thing. A yin and a yang.
I’m going to think about this all day. My thing is in there.