You know, it's funny when your history repeats itself. Literally. Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too. This is how the tire looked afterwards: Today, I watched my "new" car get towed to the mechanic. Again. That's the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I've had this car for only ...
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Respect My Time
I’ve had a startling epiphany. Last night, I was in a meeting which was supposed to last at the most one hour. It lasted three. At about two hours into the meeting, I shut down. Emotionally. I couldn’t allow myself to indulge the rage and indignation I felt rising, swelling within me. Sure, I managed to engage conceptually for the remainder of the meeting, but the longer it elapsed, the less I presented and the more I retracted into myself. Afterwards, as I retrospectively sifted ...
