I know who I can’t be now. I also know I have something to offer. I don’t crave success, but I crave usefulness. And I crave someone who can help guide me. But the more I think about trekking into the great unknown—to be that iconoclast forging beyond charted territory—I know there are no guides. … Continue reading Fitz and the Tantrums; or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Gift