Lodged deep within many of us is a “driver.” It shows up when we can’t let something go. It rises as a need to be heard, a profound need to be understood. As a child, this driver was strong in me.  I longed for my parents to hear and understand my point of view. It helped me accept the decisions I didn't understand when I knew my thoughts had been heard. As an adult, I find it frustrating when my ... View Post