You Are Not There Yet.
I suck at lots of stuff. My mind contains a long list of things I don't know how to do. And just for fun, stuff I simply suck at. It's a quirky mental ledger of shortcomings written in the ink of gallons of impostor syndrome. Shooting from the hip, here are a few things that come to mind when I think of my deficiencies in countless areas of my life: Crossfit: Ring muscle-ups kill me. I really should be able to deadlift more. Work: I fall prey too easily to organizational noise. There are about