I had another one of those nightmares again. That I failed calculus. To this day, I occasionally questioned my degree. Did I really pass that class? Somethings continue to haunt people throughout life and for me it is math. I vividly remember bursting into tears and crying hysterically right after calculus exam and decided it was a good idea to walk home from 24th st to the Lower East Side. It was just me, my tears, and lots and lots of it. I saw the faces looking back at me, I did not care. It was something I had to do. I had to properly mourn for failure. I remember my younger brother laughing uncontrollably when he found out I’m crying to the point I could not breath about the possibly of failing an exam; of all things, math. I did passed that final and yes looking back I cried for nothing. That’s the silliness. My little box I always stayed and little steps I took to crawl out of there.
It took some time but I now embrace number. I love to uncover the stories behind the numbers, map them, and translate them into achieving strategic goals.
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