Old Habits Die Hard

The embarrassing addiction that came back to haunt me. I have a confession to make. I can be just a little nuts about looking for answers, and about wanting to predict the future. I found out the sexes of both of my kids when I was pregnant. I have a history of worrying obsessively about a…

Who’s Driving this Bus?

I’ve never really thought of myself as “driven” so to speak. Flaky, irresponsible, unmotivated and the bad rebellious kid were some of the labels I was carrying around. At best it was always more like bopping around looking for the next fun experience, trying to find fulfillment. Sure, in my sales days I was motivated…