Eighth grade is typically a harsh year, and mine was no exception. I was not the most athletically coordinated boy, which placed me firmly at the lowest ranking of the middle school echelon. Add to that my greasy hair, braces,…
motivation
I relished those first few years in the executive suite. Confident. Bold. That’s the image I wanted to project.
But soon enough, the glimmer wore off, and I was faced with the daunting realization that everyone expected me to make…
