DavidScouser
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- Jan 2, 2020
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Hi All,
On Wednesday just gone, I was given the prestigious, yet ominous, award of being a forum member for 3 years.
Yet here I am with nothing, not a penny to show for it - with that being the initial aim of joining AffLift.
Congratulations to me.
This is no reflection on the forum, which is excellent and full of brilliant people, and of which I am a proud lifetime member.
It is merely a lack of commitment and direction on my behalf.
I have all the excuses: lack of funding, knowledge, time, doubts, fear of failure, etc...I have them all, but that 3-year award hit me hard. It was an award for failure, for doing nothing, for achieving nothing. For my lack of commitment and motivation, and if I'm being honest with myself - ultimately for my fear of failure.
I know that sounds like I'm being a bit harsh on myself, but I need to be.
It left me with 2 big questions about myself...
"Where and who would I be now if I had stuck at things way back then?"
So rather than beat myself up with regrets of what could
On Wednesday just gone, I was given the prestigious, yet ominous, award of being a forum member for 3 years.
Yet here I am with nothing, not a penny to show for it - with that being the initial aim of joining AffLift.
Congratulations to me.
This is no reflection on the forum, which is excellent and full of brilliant people, and of which I am a proud lifetime member.
It is merely a lack of commitment and direction on my behalf.
I have all the excuses: lack of funding, knowledge, time, doubts, fear of failure, etc...I have them all, but that 3-year award hit me hard. It was an award for failure, for doing nothing, for achieving nothing. For my lack of commitment and motivation, and if I'm being honest with myself - ultimately for my fear of failure.
I know that sounds like I'm being a bit harsh on myself, but I need to be.
It left me with 2 big questions about myself...
"Where and who would I be now if I had stuck at things way back then?"
So rather than beat myself up with regrets of what could
