Julia Pereira Dias

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By Julia Pereira Dias So, I hear that positive thinking has fallen from grace. It has “brainwashed [us] into thinking that that confidence will eventually cause competence,’ as Tomas Chamorro-Premuzic said in an interview with the Harvard Business Review. The result is over-confidence, people who think they can do everything, when they don’t have the competence to do anything. (Reminds you of one or the other manager?) Worse still, ‘positive thinking’ has the potential to terrorize people into believing that any pain or dark mood they experience, in addition to being painful, is also a sure sign of their failure…

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There's life wisdom to absorb from keeping chickens.

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By Julia Pereira Dias Not everyone is frustrated about not having followed their dreams. I know a number of wonderful people that live the ‘normal life’ of doing some kind of job that pays their bills, raising their kids and going on a vacation every now and then. The job is not a dream job, but they appreciate what it does for them. They appreciate the sense of security it provides them — the security of blending in, of regular pay checks, a cosy family and the comfort of little rewards to enjoy. They are self-aware. They know that their need for…

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By Julia Pereira Dias One of my passions is looking at what sticks in our minds like glue and takes away the space we need to step ahead and live our lives in line with our passions. So, I set out to talk to people, who have overcome some of the sticky parts and others who are still struggling with overcoming them. Here, I’ll start sharing my findings. Let’s start with the most well known. Impostor syndrome. Originally labeled by Dres. Pauline Clance and Suzanne Imes in 1978, the Impostor syndrome has been described as “[t]he psychological experience of believing…

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By Julia Pereira Dias When I was about eleven years old, my little brother, then six, slipped me a note to invite me to his room. Those days, I often felt bothered by my brother, who didn’t really have anyone else to play and interact with (my parents lived in their own world, but that’s another story). I wanted to go to my room instead and lock myself up. His room was next to mine and as I approached my door, I changed my mind and decided to honor his invitation. I knocked on his door. ‘Come in,’ he called…