I’m embarrassed and ashamed of the fact that I can’t stop internalizing the words and actions of insecure bullies.
My grad school classes are starting up for the Summer Term and I’m thinking about what it means to be studying change management during this time of upheaval.
How am I a human resource? Simple, I’m not.
My professional coach gave me a homework assignment.
I’m coming to terms with the reality that my depression is not the result of brain chemistry alone.
The comprehensive examination for my doctoral program was a three-part slog. I’m relieved that it’s over and I am now a doctoral candidate.
My presentation went as well as it could have gone. Afterwards, a few people even came up to talk to me about it. They asked me more about my work. It made me feel like what I am doing matters.
I’m heading to Brisbane, Australia to present some of my doctoral research at a behavioral economics conference. Take that, Jerk Brain!
Amplifying my voice hasn’t been challenging, because I already have a megaphone. What do we do to turn up the volume for others who aren’t being heard?
I’m trying to figure out who I am separate and apart from my job. And, that’s a big deal when you’re trying to make small talk.