Lost. Battered. Bruised. Craving mental and physical nutrition, not just fuel. Daring to stretch from a squashed, compressed, ever-seated position. Trying to break free from a deep, digital-overload induced trance. Longing for supportive community rather than kick-off cult. Sipping from a never ending cup of coffee. Scanning the new missive from HR on a beautifully produced PDF using entirely content free language. Seeking to rip off that ever-dangling badge and shout from a hillside: "I Am A Free Wo/Man".
Fire up the mission. Get clear on what you need to do. Hum your own motivational soundtrack, write your own empowering speech. Get started. Accept the dips and plateaus, the slings and arrows and the sheer toughness of carving out your own destiny.
And love it. Every damn minute: even the darkest hour of that darkest night.