Soul Searching Sunday is my weekly email sent early afternoon on a, well, Sunday.
I would always get a pang of depression early Sunday afternoon, for me it was when I started smelling the roast beef of the Sunday dinner cooking that my soul began to sink as the realisation set in that I would have to go to school or work the next day for 5 whole goddamn days.
I remember this feeling as early as 12 years old, it seems that in my gut I have always known I wasn’t destined for the 9-5 rat race even if it has taken me another 20 years to attempt my escape.
If you’ve ever felt this way then this email is for you. I’ll attempt to help you through it with exclusive content that you won’t receive on the blog.
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