The Magic Number

Apparently it’s two.  The number of curse words I can unleash before you’ll ask me to leave your office. Let’s back up 20 minutes or so.  Maybe even 20 weeks.  Several misdiagnoses, two prescriptions for a better outlook on life, an abnormal EKG, MRI, and an echocardiogram later and I wasn’t even close to cursing.  I…

100,089

Miles. In just over four years. Driving back and forth to two different jobs.  One that grew me up and grew me out of the walls of a single school. The other that took me to nearly 50 different schools and conferences in at least three different counties.  That made me realize my ride as my mobile…