I made the mistake of reading the alumni publication from my alma mater this week. Does anyone else read these things? Well, if you’re in recovery from a type A personality, like me, then you probably shouldn’t. It featured all these fabulous people making important and amazing contributions to the world. Artists, writers, researchers, engineers – they were all beautiful with their hair and their families, smiling. They were all busy doing stuff.
The whole thing sent me reeling into an existential crisis.
“What am I busy doing?” I wondered.
Then I remembered…