The Stop Option

The world of business. In the word of Jide, it means a violent storm, or a sharp noise, or a fast pace. "Sol" means rossol. Kathy shifted from ron 'Jiid to ron' Sol, reflecting the trade war between Gide and Sol government. As the ultimate frontier of human commerce, Kepic reflects the soul of entrepreneurs. It is the same as New York City, but it involves more than a thousand years of progress and millennial wear. It is a prison of people seeking stability and adventure, and those who want to rest.

So, how do you tell the difference? I feel fierce, desperate, helpless, automatic, and dissatisfied. There is a desire to quit, but quitting is not an option. Regardless of whether you will achieve your goal, you have virtue.

There is an idea that it is basically good to keep the door open. I wrote about getting absorbed in the option that you will lose the opportunity. I would like to make a stronger claim. You should start not only to stop looking for so many alternatives, but also actively close the door to make sure you can not pass through them any longer. I met many young people who spent their summer internship in Washington, DC and I told myself after experiencing their experience of hating the whole political field and not wanting to be one of them . When the fantasy world of subsidized education is over and demand for stable work begins to affect them, many of the same young people will say: "I can not post the blog post, it will not be adopted in the DC policy group X!" Just to be sure, they are careful not to burn the bridge "

Last night was no longer an option. I accepted the need to do it without having to do anything special. There is no pressure. Just check the options and discard or delete them as they arrive. When I made up my mind I accepted the fact that everything I need is available at any time. But then they all turned upside down. I should have looked forward to it, but it has been a while. I am not a new idea, I have an idea, in fact it started long ago and suddenly got me. It changed direction, I thought like a compass on the road during the storm. It noticed my neurons pulled my attention and I woke up all night. I heard sudden snoring, thinking, connecting is like a keyboard sound. (This is a shameful typewriter that is now outdated because it was a more persuasive metaphor.) Creative juice swirling in the salt water of my brain, thought bubble like a berry in a blender .