If only it were that easy.
Calling people out, calling people in.
Naming names.

It takes more cajones than I have, frankly.

But I’m working on it. I just don’t want my book to show any signs of bitterness, anger. Sure, these are natural human emotions, but I am not writing this book to clear my chest. I am not writing this book to expose any one person’s or one corporation’s wrong-doings. I am not a saboteur, a misanthrope, in fact, I’ve been afforded every privilege, every opportunity – and then some. I’ve benefited from the wild west ways of the tech workaholic culture, for sure.

Of course I do have unprocessed emotions from my past, things I can’t understand about myself, about the way the world works, about the way I behave. Don’t we all? It’s why I still go to therapy 1x per week, for help processing and understanding my own emotional landscape and resulting behaviors.

Back when we all used to do time in the office, I would take copious handwritten notes during meetings, both in order to look engaged and enthralled in the meeting, but also to put my own commentary and footnotes in the text, for my eyes only, along the way. Things like “she is talking a lot but not saying very much.” Or “this is the third time you’ve made this statement, Ana, are you not feeling heard?”

Writing it down in my notebook is one way of at least expressing this urge, but I have bigger ambitions. Yes, I do.