Resolution #1: Work harder at learning

Anytime I have been stumped by a problem, I have turned to my trusty pet solution: Work Harder.

Money trouble? Work Harder
Relationship trouble? Work Harder
Career trouble? Work Harder
Lice? Worker Harder

Lately, I've been introduced to a new solution: Learning.

What should I do about this problem? Working Harder seems to be making it worse? Learning how to improve things and when to forget it seems to be a better solution.

So far, I've learned a lot and I've had more naps. Seems to be better already.

I found this article a very interesting take on learning our way out instead of working our way out.

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