You Shouldn’t Meet Your Heroes
I don’t know when it shifted. At some point, it stopped being about chasing something specific and just became how I live. There’s always something ahead. Something to fix, to reach, to get right. It feels productive, even when it isn’t. At fifteen, I was already acting like life had started without me. I had a CV before I had anything real to write on it. I made a LinkedIn profile like someone was about to judge me any second. I told myself I was preparing. Looking back, I think I was just scared of falling behind something I didn’t understand yet. So I stayed ahead. Or at least I tried to. I worked more, pushed more, expected more from myself. And it worked, in a way. I became someone people rely on. Someone who can carry things without complaining. That version of me doesn’t stay contained though. It leaks into how I deal with people. I didn’t realize that until one of my team members told me he wanted to quit. It wasn’t dramatic. No argument. No big reason I could grab onto and fix...
