Russell BakerThe only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any.
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The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any. The fact of the matter is that we often think we are not fit for certain things because we do not want to be considered unfit. Sometimes we do not even realize that if we were fit for something, we would be doing it. When people say they fear failure or getting rejected, they often fear failure and rejection in their lives.
They are afraid of being rejected by someone they love or that they would be rejected in their jobs. However, there are other ways to succeed in life without being rejected by others. We all have our talents and abilities, but where do they lie? Do you have your own ideas about your talents? What would you do with them if you had them?
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