Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? I do, but, full disclosure, I didn’t always. During the trenches of my career-based depression each new hurdle felt like a special kind of torture that was...
Since about the age of 17, I’d been searching for it. The one. The all-important job I was meant to do with my life. And I’d been looking hard. In college and university program catalogues, by...
It’s 11pm on Wednesday night and I’m editing the write up of a talk about finding one’s callings for what feels like the 100th time this week. It’s been a long seven days to get to...
