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Many of us are living our lives all wrong.
Our priorities are upside down and inside out. We spend time on things that we think justify our existence, but when it comes down to it, do they really matter?
I’m yet to see the light, but I can attest to waking up to the unhealthy habits of my previous life. I grimace when I recall how automatic and unconscious my choices and motions were.
It all came down to one thing.
My quest for relevance and acceptance.
I thought external validation would bring me happiness. And while it may have adorned me with glimmers of joy, these were quick to fade, encouraging me back on the hamster wheel to repeatedly prove myself.
At one point, I worked over 60 hours a week as a Detective in the Police while running a small business, training for ultramarathons and meeting the needs of two high-maintenance dogs. I was lucky if I got five hours sleep each night. That’s not sustainable.
I wore “busy” as a badge of honour. I thought it was an accolade, proving my self-worth.
