I quit my job. But I wasn’t unhappy. I wasn’t running away from anything. I was running toward something.
I printed out my calendar for work on Monday. A color coded rainbow of where I need to be and who I need to meet with. Looks daunting. Should I dread … Continue reading
I have more than the library of congress. Different sizes and shapes. Stashed away at work, in file cabinets, random shelves, plastic bins in the garage, stacks in my overly … Continue reading