My Father Threw My Life Into The Fire And Said This Is What Happens When You Disobey

was a year where I worked every Saturday for eleven months and still finished it closer to the edge than I’d started. There were moments, usually late at night with a spreadsheet open, where the voice in my head that sounded like my father told me I’d been stupid to try this, that I should have stayed.

I learned to treat that voice as data rather than continue reading …