Am I really living in the light? Or do I have my eyes closed so tightly that I can't see I'm still in the dark? Is it really my soft place to fall? Or have I insulated myself so tightly from reality that I can't feel the pain when I crash to the floor? Do I really have lucky numbers? Or am I using fuzzy math to ensure I don't end up on the wrong side of the balance sheet?
I won't know until I open my eyes, throw off that blanket, and take a hard, close look at that bottom line. You can't judge others' fears until you face your own.
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