Growth Mindset: Motivation

How to Turn on the Part of your Brain that Controls Motivation

I knew: that I could control myself but sometimes we all lack motivation and feel unable to change that
I learned: that scientist can use tools to see exactly which part of your brain is active which is a crazy thought altogether.
Curious about: how this research will change things like psychotherapy about motivation and people's will to do things and this is definitely something i will research more
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