You have to measure it to expect progress.

Turning 30, I thought, would be a difficult birthday to digest. It represented not necessarily the beginning of the end. But, perhaps, the end of the beginning, to paraphrase Churchill. A distancing from youth and innocence. As it turned out, turning 30 was a breeze - it was turning 29 where I had the challenge. … Continue reading You have to measure it to expect progress.