Reflecting on your death each day can help you find your inner compass. Take 10 minutes to write it on a piece of paper. A pen and paper can do wonders. You need not publish it anywhere. But writing down and thinking has given me more clarity than anything I have done recently.

The world has no shortage of Gandalf the Whites. People who know they're the most powerful in the room. People who arrive dramatically and solve things definitively. People who make you feel like you're in good hands. We celebrate them. We promote them. We put them on panels. But the Greys? The ones who saw something in you before you saw it in yourself? Who walked beside you when they could have walked ahead? Who stood on a bridge they knew might break? We don't talk