I’m an A student. I’m an oldest child. I’m an insecure overachiever, as we quip about it at my job. I’m a moderately successful, moderately intellectual, aging Gen X-er. I’ve spent most of my educational and and professional life in elite institutions. I’m a little bit driven, a mostly reformed perfectionist, and a frequent worrier.
I’ve been very focused on my job for a long time: I had to be? I wanted to be? Maybe I didn’t know there were alternatives. At this point I’m trying to explore what those alternatives might be, while at the same time I’m examining the reasons I didn’t really see them before.