In Japan, there was this sweet Korean girl that I worked with. One day, she came to the office wearing a black t-shirt that said, “maybe love is in New York City.” I asked her if she had been to New York before and she said, no. But ever since she was little, the Frank Sinatra tune had her fantasizing about this life in the concrete jungle. And now I am moving to New York City and that has me thinking, maybe love is in New York City. This sort of romanticism for the city might trigger some eye rolls.…
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I’m going to be completely honest—when I was younger, I always struggled with being an introvert. It was never easy. I always dreamed of being the first to raise my hand in the classroom. The one to express my ideas with full assertion. The one to step up to the plate and call attention. Before any party, group project, meeting or class presentation, I would give myself the same little pep talks. Speak up, Daphne. Say Something, Daphne. Be fun, Daphne. Don’t over think, Daphne. But really, all I was feeding myself was a big spoonful of pressure and bellyaches.…