I happen to capture a glimpse of true love and adoration in my daughter’s eyes or I hear the excitement in my son’s voice when he’s explaining something to me that he’s really passionate about. It’s in those moments that I find a bit more slag when I thought I was at the end of my rope.

When obsession takes over with its death grip (Vulcan nerve pinch for all you Trekkies out there). Squeezing ever so tightly on that pressure point at the top of your shoulder near the base of your neck; it nearly paralyzes you. That’s when self-doubt knocks on the door, moves in and kicks up its feet like a visiting relative who over stays their welcome.