πŸ’¬ My therapist is asking the wrong question

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I’d been so focus-driven for the last few years that I hadn’t bothered to plot a point beyond the one I was focused on, and for a person with my particular brain, that is a very dangerous place to be. My brain has two drivers. And when I’m not at the wheel, depression decides to do a little driving.

It’s time to plot a new destination. And, and, and… here’s the good news: I think I’ve got one. So stay tuned because we’re going to drive there together.

Mike, this reminds of Austin Kleon’s new book, where he discusses what to do when you don’t know what to do … Keep Going.

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