That feeling. That urge. To do something.
I used to be a shy, chubby kid with glasses. Elementary school was a playground for bullies.
As I wrote this piece, a loud voice in my head tried to get me to stop.
“Who do you think you are?”
“You know nothing about this topic.”
It’s Sunday night. You go to the half-decent Thai place down the street for dinner — a weekend habit. You order the sushi roll you’ve had…
At work, do you ever feel yanked from meeting to meeting? From meeting to project? From project to an…
2017 was the most present year of my life.
