Mama Terry did a fantastic job of teaching me that God had given me my own race to run and that there was no one like me in the entire world. It was such a foreign feeling to me - taking out the measuring stick and comparing my education, experience and skills to other people.
Meanwhile, the whole reason I went to business school was to figure out where I wanted to go next (that and to dispel the self-limiting belief that I wasn’t good at numbers - two birds, one stone). They seemed so at ease in their business suits and when you asked them what they wanted to do, not only did they have an answer, they had mad confidence when talking about it.
I was surrounded by all of these friggin’ smart people who knew how to play the game. The first time I got bit by the comparison bug was during my time at Rice University.
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