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I had read seemingly every self-help book on the market, attended seminars, meditated, gone to psychics, had tarot cards and my palm read, tried various forms of energy work, and concluded at one point in my mid-thirties that there was nothing else I could do, that everyone who said there was a ‘better life’ than the one I was living was- plain and simple- full of shit.
In fact, I reached a point where I believed that the ‘personal development’ industry was nothing more than a sham, meant to part me and my money with no attempt at delivering value.
(For the record, there are things about the ‘personal development’ industry that I don’t support or advocate, but that’s a topic for another time.)
The thing is, these days I’m the...