Money Is a Terrible Scoreboard

For a long time, I thought money was the answer to a question I hadn't quite figured out yet. Not in a greedy, cartoon-villain way. More in a quiet, background-hum way. Like if I just had enough — whatever enough was — the anxiety would ease, the decisions would get clearer, the version of me I was trying to become would finally show up. Spoiler: it doesn't work like that. I've made real money. I've lost real money. I've had years where the business was flying and years where I was quietly...