I have insane anxiety. But I’m not supposed to tell you that.
I’m supposed to create a facade of confidence that says all of the decisions in my life and all of my outcomes materialize with full certainty. My career, résumé, awards and success should be nothing but a shining reflection of confidence and brilliance.
That’s all bullshit.
I wake up in the morning and I freak out. I go to bed at night and I freak out. It doesn’t end. It didn’t end after growing companies, selling companies, making money, or any of the other bazillion “final reasons” why we think it will all disappear someday.
My anxiety is here to stay. So I have to deal with it. And I’m guessing if you’re reading this, you do too.
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