You Are a Badass

Description

I used to think cites like this were a

bundle of poop. I likewise didn’t comprehend

what the heck they were discussing. I

mean, not that I gave it a second thought. I was excessively cool.

What little I thought about the self improvement/profound world I saw as

inexcusably gooey: it smelled of

distress, rah-rah churchiness and

undesirable embraces from unappealing

outsiders. Furthermore, don’t kick me off

on how surly I used to be about God.

Simultaneously, there was this

stuff about my life that I urgently

needed to change and, had I had the option to

demolish through my holier-than-thouism,

I could have truly utilized some assistance

around here. That is to say, generally speaking I was doing

entirely well—I’d distributed two or three

books, had heaps of incredible companions, a nearby

family, a condo, a vehicle that ran, food,

teeth, garments, clean drinking water—

contrasted with most of the planet,

my life was an all out cream puff.