I have a confession. I showed up for a party with my invitation in hand feeling very righteous about being there.
It was a good ol’ fashioned, self-induced pity party!
One night while traveling in Vermont, I found myself alone on a bench in a beautiful town feeling bummed and disillusioned and sorry for myself. And it wasn’t long before I felt the hangover of too much pity partying.
I felt an ache in my heart, and a heaviness in my being and disconnected from...