Your excuses are writing checks your regrets can't afford to cash.
Your excuses are writing checks your regrets can't afford to cash.
Don’t quit. I don’t care if your legs are trembling, your arms are spaghetti, and your brain is playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded ‘f*ck this’ gun”.
Quitting is a luxury for people with other options—and let me be clear: you do not.
You started this. You committed. And I don’t care if your motivation has left the chat and blocked your number…—you’re going to crawl, claw, and awkwardly tumble your way there if that’s what it takes. Quitting isn’t relief. It isn’t rest. It’s a void. And voids? They’re cold, they’re empty, and they have terrible Yelp reviews. So plant your feet. Square your shoulders. And keep. Going.
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