Like many others on graduation day, I heard a commencement speaker urge me to follow my dream as I marched into the brave new world as an adult—silly me. My dream then was to be a fashion model who looked good in clothes. A career in fashion would be my ticket to the...
At the FBI Academy, we spent 5 months learning how think under pressure. There were no timeouts in our firearms training to gather and evaluate data or consult trusted colleagues. Often, we had only seconds to gain clarity about our situation. Would we make the right...
My five months at the FBI Academy were designed to train new agents like myself to be mentally tough, so we could land on our feet when confronted with the unknown. I entered the Academy believing proper training would give me the hard skills to bulldoze my way...
I grew up on a remote Wyoming cattle ranch, learning how to navigate sagebrush, rattlesnakes, and corrals full of fresh cow pies. The best shoes for that rough environment were Red Wing lace-up high-top boots. They weren’t much of a fashion statement for a...
You wake up one morning to start your day, but instead of being grateful for the opportunities in life, you realize the spring in your step is gone. Worse, you’ve become apathetic about your work and bored with living in the same house, in the same neighborhood—hell,...
At the FBI Academy, new agents like myself spent five months role-playing, alternating between being the bad guy who needed to be arrested and the good guy whose job it was to take scum off the streets. The role-playing was meant to instill confidence in ourselves...
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