Maybe the Point Wasn’t Winning
The only year I played baseball, my team was the Orioles. I was ten, kind of a weird kid if I’m being honest, and the only left-handed player on the roster. I threw left, batted left, and stood out just…
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The only year I played baseball, my team was the Orioles. I was ten, kind of a weird kid if I’m being honest, and the only left-handed player on the roster. I threw left, batted left, and stood out just…
My first “big kid” job was in a warehouse. I’d been tasked with increasing storage space by 30 percent by organizing the place better. My boss was supposed to deliver reports from our old Tribute system to upper management, but…
For years, I believed being indispensable made me valuable. It nearly destroyed me. Walking away from a toxic workplace was hard enough. Walking away from the identity I'd built around being needed was even harder.
I once pushed myself so hard chasing a personal record that I threw up on the sidewalk. Two years later, I'm learning that progress isn't always about going faster. Sometimes it's about having nothing left to prove.
Real growth rarely announces itself. Sometimes it looks like closing the laptop, choosing rest over praise, and learning that progress without an audience is still progress worth honoring and protecting.