Photo Credit: Alexander Murchison / Aird & Berlis Over the summer, I was all alone in Central Canada. There was no one to hold me accountable for anything, no motivators, and no expectations. It was a life-defining experience. Most days started just past 5:30 a.m. CST in Regina, Saskatchewan, for coffee chats starting at 8 a.m. EST. Not because I’m a morning person (I’m not), but...
It’s Not Over ’Til It’s Over
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