Yesterday was Veteran’s Day in the US, Remembrance Day in Canada and Armistice Day in Europe. It’s a solemn but beautiful time. We all owe so much to the sacrifices that these men and women have made to fight for our freedoms and to fight against tyranny. Thank you, Veterans, from every country. You are one of the biggest reasons we are here in the way that we are. The gratitude I feel when I think of veterans is immense. Politically, I’m very liberal and progressive and I get tired of the stereotype that liberals don’t love the vets. That couldn’t be further from the truth. My heart swells with…
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Overcoming Imposter Syndrome, Analysis Paralysis and Perfectionism
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