Personal assessment results provide a silhouette. Personal relationships fill in the details.
One which I can’t get out of my brain is the notion that, as women, we apologize too damn much.
If you wouldn’t lurk up behind a dude standing at a urinal, the same etiquette applies to me in my cubicle. Seriously, clear your throat or something.
Life feels like tectonic plates at times; things shift ever so slowly, and then all at once there is huge upheaval bringing a myriad of changes.