Stop Choosing Imaginary Sides
Like it or not, there is only one tribe and we’re all in it — I love blaming others. It’s kind of a hobby. And I can see that I’m not alone in this. If I bang my head on a cabinet door, it’s because some asshat left it open, even when I’m alone in the house. Someone else unwittingly makes the perfect fall guy…
Longing For Belonging At Work Is A Fool’s Errand
That I’ve been running for decades — As much as I’ve tried, I haven’t quite found my place in the world yet. For a long, long time, I powered forward thinking I’d find belonging through work. With success, I imagined feeling loved, appreciated, and needed — home, sweet, home.