“What do you do when the thing you love, the work you love, starts tasting like dust?” She asks.
Well, shit. I’m not quite sure but let’s take a moment and… start somewhere.
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“What do you do when the thing you love, the work you love, starts tasting like dust?” She asks.
Well, shit. I’m not quite sure but let’s take a moment and… start somewhere.
(more…)