Cracking the Egg
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MatureComplete Mon, Aug 19, 20245m
I don't know what to do.
I'm stressing over the idea of I don't know who I am, why this humming sound is still there.
I'm reading hundreds of articles and comparing myself to them, struggling to figure out who I am, who I want to be.
Until she showed me, explained it all.
Just dive into the deep end.
And crack that egg.
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