I was heading into a day of client meetings in London, so the Blur T-shirt went under a shacket. Then a Carter USM song at a red light took me back to 1993 and reminded me how much of myself I used to hide to fit the room. Part one of a two-part story about the hidden constraints that shape how we show up.

I'm kneeling by my dishwasher, pointing at a passive-aggressive note I've stuck to the door. Here I am, helping senior leaders navigate difficult conversations all day, and yet I've defaulted to post-it notes rather than an actual conversation with my adult children.

We're all a mishmash of contradictions - and that's probably fine.