I love Mark Manson. I think I’m finally going to treat myself to his first book, and probably his new one as well. I went through a period of not liking him so much when he became ridiculously popular, since I had discovered him before that and liked “knowing” this secret, niche, edgy writer, but whatever. Can’t hide a light under a bushel, or something. (What the hell is a bushel?)
Regarding the main point, I’ve only really consistently loved and fought for one thing in my life: my children.
Can’t say I’ve really struggled for anything else. I just let things go when they’re hard. It’s my way.
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Isn’t every day a bit of a struggle, Paula ?
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For me, yes, due to headaches and such. But in this post, I mean struggle in the sense of fighting to keep something in my life, such as a relationship. I haven’t been willing to fight for them. Maybe because I already have too many headaches!
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I can understand.
Relationships can be a headache.
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A bushel is a basket. It’s also a dry measure in US and imperial units: 1 bushel=4 pecks=8 dry gallons, or roughly 35 liters. (well, you DID ask…)
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Thanks John! 😀
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My whole life is one, big struggle. I am always at work on something personal or dear to me. I see progress—lots of progress—though, and that’s why I’m happy.
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💖💖💖
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