Illustration by Mark Weber
The time is 7 a.m. on a weekday morning and I’m being tapped on the shoulder by my attendant, just as I requested her to do. Today I’m a little bit tired because I read late and my body isn’t sure that 20 more minutes of sleep wouldn’t be a good idea. My brain calculates my first day’s work obligation and the amount of time it will take to get through my morning routine and out of the house. I request she return in 10 minutes. My first negotiation of the day is with myself.
At 5:30 p.m. that day I am hungrily devouring my New Yorker, anxious to complete another essential piece in the jigsaw puzzle of my personal development, and anticipating how I will drop this fascinating n