It takes a lot of guts to say “I need help.”
But that’s not true. I don’t need your help. I don’t need someone to piece my life back together. I don’t need someone to put me on a…
Thanks to the following assignments coming up this week, I’ve purchased five bottles of Coca-cola and am ready to get down to business:
finding balance between mental health and high achievement
my journey from Wall Street cog-in-the-wheel to philosophiae doctor
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. Stories of laughter, tears, and sweat from the stage and the studio.
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m an introvert, or the fact that I’m a little older, or the fact that — culturally — I’m not really known to be a party-er. Or if I’m partied out from all the nights I went clubbing at Royale, Gypsy, and Estate (RIP). Or if I have better and more pressing interests nowadays (which may or may not involve video games).