Do you believe this? Are you the author of your life? Am I the author of mine?
I love my sign. I really do. I want to believe what it tells me.
It hangs above my desk in the corner of our bedroom where I have tried to carve out a small space to call my own and in which I try to work.
Currently my desk is covered in piles. It is ridiculous. It is barely visible.
I guess it is time for me to end this chapter and decide how the new one begins.
Do you have anything motivational in your work space?
Is it working?