I am a recovering perfectionist. For most of my life I strived for the impossible goal of perfect. I’m not quite sure where this obsession began. However, I remember specifically that it intensified as my career started to develop. It was a time when my work, my appearance -- my brand -- felt like it needed to be perfect; everything in its place. I now know, “perfection” does not exist. Learning this lesson hit me hard in my mid-20s, right when everything in my career was coming together. I...

I recently completed my fiftieth year of life, the first half of a century, five decades, the big 5 – 0. I hadn’t thought about it before...

I've always been pretty good with change. Okay, let me be more specific. After I have the opportunity to consider how a change impacts...