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When night came last night I lay there sick with worry and guilt and regret.  All the people in my life who I let down constantly.  I have five gorgeous nieces that are without their mum now and I do bugger all for them.  I have a sister struggling away with two little babies and I do bugger all for her.  I have a brother who gets on with things and I never give him the praise he deserves.  I assume he knows.  But how would he know? And I do bugger all for him. My Mum and Dad who sacrificed it all for us ... I do bugger all for them.  My darling friends who still have me as their friend even though I go quiet and lock myself away and do bugger all for them. And Work.  Sheesh.  Talk about a crisis of confidence.  I can't do it.  How am I going to do it? My stomach churned with it all. 

When morning came and my loyal running shoes took me deep into the native bush it had eased.  And when I dived in to the sea at the end of the run in the pouring rain I felt better. Better. Not all better.

I know what I need to do now though.  Stop doing bugger all.

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Read this if you're about to give up...

If you are struggling to stay on track know this... You are so close. So close to success. So close. You just can't see it. That's why it feels so far away.
If I told you that I could see it and it looks amazing and it was just around that corner you would keep going. You wouldn't stop.

I know you can't see it ... But it's so close. Don't give up now.

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