Like many people, I was a teenage malcontent, minus the rebellion, often uncomfortable with who I was and what was happening around me. At various times, I worked hard to become somebody new and improved: class vice president, even though I was terrified of public speaking; field hockey player, though I couldn’t run a mile without wheezing. And though, even back then, these goals did not define my life – or really solve anything – had I ever felt perfectly content, I might not have been so motivated to push myself, both in school and later on.
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