I love my job and the excitement and challenges it offers. But my job does not define me. If this job ended tomorrow I’d find another way to find that glorious feeling of accomplishment. No employer or career choice “made” me. I made me…
It’s okay to get emotional. It’s okay to cry–and this is key–as long as you can play hurt.
I have the humor of a 9-year-old boy, and sometimes I’ve had laughing fits on-air.
As a lawyer, I could engage in killer litigation with the best of them. It was war, after all.
I would be lying if I said it wasn’t cool to see myself on the cover of ‘Vanity Fair,’ right? It’s, like, what am I doing there? This is bizarre.
I can muster up the courage in the difficult situations to get me through.
I spent most of my life from 24 to 31 at the office. I wasn’t going to people’s weddings I wasn’t cultivating my marriage. I wasn’t happy.
Once I found professional happiness, it gave me time to think about other areas in my life in which I wasn’t happy. The next obvious candidate for introspection was my marriage.
I came from a middle-class family. My dad was a professor; my mom was a nurse. I didn’t come from money, and I didn’t come from circles of power. I didn’t come from the country club; I came from the town park.
What people don’t realize about Donald Trump – and I don’t even know if Donald Trump realizes it – is that every tweet he unleashes against you… creates such a crescendo of anger.