Six months later
I read the invitation in front of me.
Master Your Mind.
Oh God, what a crock of crap.
I need to get out of this—I honestly can’t think of anything worse.
“I think this is going to be great for you,” Marley says.
I look up to my trusty best friend as she does her best sales pitch, trying to push me out of my comfort zone. I know her heart is in the right place, but this is just going too far.
“Marley, I can tell you straight up, right now, that if you think a motivational conference with all those crazies is going to help me, you are more insane than I ever realized.”
“Stop it; it’s gonna be fantastic. You go away, regroup, and refocus, and you’ll come back refreshed, and the company and your life and everything else is all going to fall into place.”
I roll my
