A long bout of joblessness has inspired self-reflection—and a column relaunch.
I still wake up at 7:15 a.m. Not because I have a meeting. Or a commute. Or a list of deliverables that’s longer than a CVS receipt. I’m up early because something about lying in bed while my corporate counterparts clock in makes me feel like I’m behind, even if there’s no race I’m actively running.
