I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.
Even when change is elective, it will disorient you. You may go through anxiety. You will miss aspects of your former life. It doesn__ matter. The trick is to know in advance of making any big change that you__e going to be thrown off your feet by it. So you prepare for this inevitable disorientation and steady yourself to get through it. Then you take the challenge, make the change, and achieve your dream.
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Even when change is elective, it will disorient you. You may go through anxiety. You will miss aspects of your former life. It doesn__ matter. The trick is to know in advance of making any big change that you__e going to be thrown off your feet by it. So you prepare for this inevitable disorientation and steady yourself to get through it. Then you take the challenge, make the change, and achieve your dream.
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