Some call them nerves, but I prefer butterflies. The fluttering, panicking, terror of potential. The sparkle of destiny hidden from our eyes behind the looming shadow of defeat. Maybe fate is predetermined. Maybe your future is random. All you can control is your perception....
Read moreMany of us are lucky enough to work in a field where we don’t have to pick up heavy boxes and load them onto trucks for a living. We aren’t plowing fields, we aren’t forging tools out of steel, we aren’t digging ditches. Instead...
Read moreI had the pleasure of having a conversation today with someone who has an idea for a web venture, and was looking for advice on where to start. He displayed knowledge about the field he was considering and had a well thought out approach...
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