I’m thinking a LOT about self sabotage.
I’m thinking about how I’ve elaborately protected myself from failure by subtlely self- sabotaging goals to such an extent that, it seemed, they just weren’t meant to be.
I guess it’s my age. I’ll be 39 tomorrow. If I’m lucky I’m a little under the halfway point in my life. I have some big dreams to make come true between here and the elegant in repose (with CostCo truffles) death-bed scene. So I have to be really honest with myself.
What are the blocks?