I have a photo from at least a decade ago. A woman I knew and respected picked a word representing me to paint on my back at a conference, back when it was socially acceptable to do things like that.

She wrote: “Fierce.”

Since leaving blogging professionally and re-entering corporate America, I haven’t really felt fierce in a while. My dad once called me a heat-seeking missile, and I haven’t felt like that, either.

Until now.