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Remember Who The F*ck You Are
I don't usually carry copies of my own book around in my backpack but recently I had one with me. I was on my way to Austin for the BlueBird Leaders SOAR Conference, and what should have been a relatively straightforward travel day, turned into a very long one. At some point during an extended layover in Chicago I found a seat at a bubbly bar, ordered some food, a glass of champagne, and settled in. And when I say ‘found a seat,’ I mean I literally squeezed myself into one. T
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