Tag: Regret

Fifteen years ago, I was going through a “dark night” process. My life on the outside was perfect. I had a successful job, was making a lot of money, well-respected at work, had two beautiful young kids, a gorgeous house in a beautiful suburb, and yet I dreaded Monday mornings. All my li...

Graduation caps soared through the air, dancing among the breeze. I painted the next image dozens of times in my head over the last several months. In a few weeks I would join the ranks of the Carrie Bradshaws of the world, flirting my way through the luminous streets of New York City. Unstoppable. ...