I needed to see him just one last time to know for sure. — I wasn’t sure what to expect. I could barely believe that I was going to see him again. I had changed. I’m sure he had changed. I mean, we hadn’t seen each other in forever. Maybe it’d be awkward. Maybe the conversation wouldn’t flow. Maybe it’d be a mistake. Should…

A realization on the source of motivation. — “Average pace: 11 minutes, 4 seconds.” The running app in my ear let me know that I was slowing down. I switched to a podcast to take my mind off the 5 miles I planned to conquer. Between quotes from a divorced father who found creative ways to stay present…

One simple perspective shift that’ll help you relax and ace your next interview. — It’s the night before the big day — you’ve revised your resume 503-thousand times, you’ve attached it to a bunch of application websites that you never hear back from. But this one you did hear back from sounds promising and your future is riding on a single interview. No pressure…

What it meant to give up the nomadic life. — I remember a time When I traveled the world. When I didn’t care about how I looked, Or what they thought, or who I should be. When all that mattered was who I was, And authentically pursuing who I wanted to be. I remember when I’d smile freely. And say…

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A reminder to approach every new meeting as if it were the first. — She was in her own world. Captivated by her own 3-year-old fascinations. Looking through the books, munching on her snacks, preoccupied by wonder. Just a row behind, he almost fell over, teetering on the highest tips of his toes. Only tall enough to be able to peer over the back of the chair, he went unnoticed. He stared on, while she had no idea he existed.

When “home” is no longer defined as just a physical place. When you say “I’m home,” what do you really mean? Are you talking about the building that houses all of your belongings? The place where you belong?… I used to consider “home” the apartment I went back to after school every day. …

If you’re like me, you’ve probably considered yourself business-minded for a while. And maybe we have similar stories: At the age of 4, I rode my tricycle down the street every week to pick up the golf balls that had been hit outside of the gate. …

Do it while you still can. — I held her hand tight, even though she didn’t squeeze back. Our shared memories were only mine to hold onto. Using every muscle in my face to fight back tears, I forced my mind to cling to other thoughts. I needed the distraction. She hadn’t passed away, but my Halmoni…