I was standing in the produce section of a Trader Joe’s on a Tuesday evening, still wearing my work clothes, holding a bell pepper and experiencing what I can only describe as

Have you ever found yourself in a meeting¹ watching someone two levels above you try to explain your team's roadmap to a visiting executive, and suddenly realized: they're not

I was twenty-four when I turned down the dream job. Not the job I dreamed about as a kid (nobody dreams about enterprise software sales) but the dream job in the sense of

There was a period in my mid-twenties when I carried a small notebook everywhere, not the Moleskine (Or is it Leuchtturm now?) kind favored by people who want you to know they'

I was standing in line at the grocery store last Tuesday when the woman ahead of me started apologizing to the cashier. Her credit card had been declined¹, and she was frantically digging