Summary: I used to think hope was beautiful until I realized it was keeping me addicted to a future that never comes. Here’s why your optimism might be your biggest obstacle.
The Addiction I Didn’t See Coming 💀 Last week, I was cleaning out my notes app when I noticed something weird. I had three different lists: “Goals for 2023,” “Goals for 2024,” and my draft “Goals for 2025.” In that list many were almost identical. Same dreams, same ambitions, same “this year will be different” energy. But here I was, two years later, still hoping instead of doing. That’s when it hit me: I wasn’t goal-setting. I was hope-dealing. The Beautiful Lie We Tell Ourselves Hope feels so…