I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as much pressure as I did after getting off that plane yesterday. Lost luggage. E-mails. Calls. Requests. Deadlines. Texts. Commitments. Lights. Cabs. My first thought was: “What about Mexico? I hear it’s nice this time of year.” But nah. I won’t run away. We gotta face this shit, right?… Read More Under Pressure