We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. Sometimes the past feels like some inescapable monster in a dream where you keep running and running but don’t get anywhere. Thinking about the shameful way we treated others may be enough to make us sick, so we push those thoughts so far down that we pretend
The first rejection hurts like hell. Everything after that is just fuel for the proverbial fire of productivity. Do you remember the first time you’ve ever had a broken heart? Maybe you were a teenager in the midst of your awkward, geeky, emotional hormone-rich stage. Maybe it happened yesterday. It doesn’t matter when it happened.