We are our own worst critic.

When I screw up at work, it’s the emotional equivalent of falling down the stairs in a crowded room. Everyone (in my case) hears me screw it up. Say it wrong. Fumble through. How honest should I get? It was Day I of a brand new job. One I’d worked hard for the last four…

You Deserve To Take Time Off

“QUIT WORKING!” screamed her email. And that one text message. And that time she yelled at me on the phone. She was right. A colleague of mine trying to keep me from doing the one thing I was trying so hard to not to. Work. And for the most part, it worked. How did I…