When I Think About Myself

Seriously, when I remembered myself (100 days ago) I was very afraid of these tasks. This is not because I do not have enough skills to do it, but whether I can give you sufficient time every day. Writing requires consistency and determination. Since we all know how consistent we are when we talk about our goals, this challenge asks for ourselves before I accept this challenge You can believe that it has come.

This is not that I do not even think of my career. I am ambitious - I would like to be part of something big. I do not worry about my parents and I would like to support it economically (this is a premium bar of "the most stable in all occupations" doctor, so I still think secretly worried secretly ). Since I am not watching the clock every hour, I am fantastic like Rebecca Black on Friday. But beyond that, the specific details of "thinking about my career" is a big gray cloud for me. Too much emphasize career orientation, I feel almost fickle as you once was, you constantly try to defile things you say to the boss through sugar to the game system I am a voluntary person. Also, at the age of 22, I got my first job at startup. We walked too fast, we sat down and thought about the skills we wanted to learn. Who needs professional dialogue when you are busy changing the world?

Last year I learned a lot about myself, about life, about friendship, about relationships and career navigation. I spent a lot of time sitting with myself - I was thinking who I am and over 20 years of my journey. There are many things to happen in only twenty years - poverty, abuse, death and loss, disappointment, collapse, failure. After I experienced Oprah, Tony Robbins, and some of my favorite lecturers and writers, I deliberately appreciated every day from January this year. Even if it is only one thing, today I will express my gratitude and contribution to my woman. In retrospect, I saw various opinions with gratitude. Everything has a purpose. Is it good or bad? Even if it got broken, life was always great. Bitter, broken but beautiful