Shorter of breath, and one day closer

I stopped using the Fitbit for anything but a watch. A day at work gives me 10,000 steps by the time the whistle blows, this I’ve learned, and the sleep tracker tells me nothing I don’t already know about how little time I spend sleeping. And we say time can be spent, like money, like…

It is what it is, but consider what it could be.

Three years ago, I took on the job of turning around an underperforming team. That’s the nice way of saying it. The not-nice way of saying it is that they were pretty much a clusterf**k bunch in need of a thorough house-cleaning and reboot. Friday was my last official day on the job. I have…