Every year, at some point in my work or life, a pang erupts in my gut. At first I try to ignore it, pretending I’m better than it or surely I wouldn’t be caught by that particular vice. Then I try to argue with it, give it all kinds of evidence for why I am not the kind of person to struggle with this feeling. Then I try to distract it with all the othe…
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