I used to be a hustler. I had a boldness that was indescribable. I didn’t fear much. If you knew me before I had children you know I was different then. I had an “it” thing. If I wanted something I pursued it hard. The ideas were usually only half thought through and I almost always worked it out along the way. Did I fail? Yes. All the time. Did I care? No. Not at all. Then I had my daughter and the weight of being the woman she looked up to weighed me down. Hard. I started to second...