It has come to my attention, yet again, that my self-esteem could use some work. This is common enough that it shouldn’t continue to surprise
I am 43 years old. I have been in the workforce since I was 14. I have been employed with my current company since I
The walls I’ve worked so hard to dismantle suddenly emerged from the ground on every side of me, and slammed closed with a massive clanging sound over my head. I was surrounded by heavy gray stone all around and above me. No doors, no windows, no light. Just me, huddled inside a cell of my own making, in self-enforced solitary confinement.
This blog post is titled, “How Not to Answer, ‘How Are You?’” The alternate title I thought of was, “How to make everything really fucking