I met a...Woman who went to the same horse-back riding camp
…I did when I was in sixth grade. Back then she was afraid she would fall off the horse when it jumped over the creek or if it got spooked by thunder. She gritted her teeth and held on so tight to her horse’s reins, she nearly cracked a molar. Today she is worried about her career. She’s keeping her head down and not offering her good ideas anymore, holding on so tight that she’s about to lose what matters to her most—a job she cherishes.Read more "I met a..." blog posts
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