I’ve always been too possessive to walk away. Too committed to leave. I claim ownership before things even know my name, a trait that's driven me down this industry path for years. And a trait that’s been detrimental.

Always a fierce competitor, I remember winning tug-of-war for the first time at Summer Camp and it hitting my veins like white wine. I've always sacrificed comfort for the thrill of the chase, and when focused, I'm unstoppable. But when misdirected, I become as vulnerable as a forgotten toy, weathered and wanting.

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