This article originally appeared on the Crew blog. The story “The Little Engine That Could” really ticked me off as a child. There were oceans between how that train felt and how I felt. The engine’s positive attitude annoyed the living daylights out of me. What was it so sure about? Why was it so certain it could do anything? That train should have more realistic expectations… I can’t pinpoint exactly where my chronic self-doubt came from, but I do know I would probably cease to exist without it. Is there a balance point between believing in yourself (without reason) and not…
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