Presents for future me.

Ah, the continuation to yesterday’s public recognition of the pain that comes with realizing just how little I have paid attention to the needs of me-from-next-week. Until next week shows up and then: oh right, I am her. Yesterday was all about acknowledging...

The IWOM Brigade.

I do not have the slightest idea what I do for a living. Nor do I wish to know. The not-knowing has worked out quite well for nearly six years of running a business, and I expect it to only get better. The grown-ups in my company (attorney, accountant, financial...
The Fluent Self