The pandemic raised a lot of fear in me. As an acknowledgement of my fears and a way to express each one, I listed them in my journal. Here is an excerpt from my journal dated March 25, 2020: I fear not seeing or hugging my mom ever again. I fear the loss of normal routines

Facing the truth isn’t always easy. Especially when you’re afraid that the truth might hurt someone. This happened to me when my kids entered grade school. I realized that I was holding on to painful truths from my childhood and there was a very good chance that my pain would hurt my children unless I found the courage to face it.

In my boardroom, I am free to do what I love and, as a result, I produce my best work. This place of joy is my definition of success. It's not a big corner office with fancy furniture but, to me, it's much more distinguished and powerful than that. It's a place where big ideas flow, creativity thrives and personal growth happens.