You don’t get there by being awesome. I got there by being terrible. The story I had told myself, of being really good at my job? That story was over. The new story, the one that was waiting for me if I would just let go of the old one, was the story of a man about whom there was nothing special at all. I was slow. I made mistakes. I needed help. That person was named Steve, and the main thing he had going for him was that there were people who loved him and the persistent audacity to exist.
