10 Best Books for Developing a Thicker Skin and Handling Criticism

I published my first blog post on a Thursday afternoon. By Friday morning, it had 12 views and zero comments. By Friday evening, it had one.

I published my first blog post on a Thursday afternoon. By Friday morning, it had 12 views and zero comments. By Friday evening, it had one.

I was scrolling through Instagram at 11 PM on a Tuesday when I saw it: my college roommate's post announcing her promotion to Vice President at a Fortune 500.

The Compliment I Couldn't Accept. 'You did an amazing job on that presentation,' my coworker said after I finished leading a team meeting. I immediately deflected.

I stared at my bank account balance: 7.32. That was it. That was everything I had left after making my final student loan payment.

Three weeks into my new management role, I locked myself in a conference room and cried. Not because anything terrible had happened.

My phone alarm was set for 5:00 AM. Not because I'm a morning person—I'm not. Because every productivity guru on the internet told me that successful people.

I was 43 years old, sitting in my corner office, staring at a spreadsheet that represented my entire career. Twenty years of climbing. Two decades of.

I’ve had the same core friend group since college. Eight of us, more or less. We’re still close — closer, actually, than we were at 22. But over the years, the group has shifted. Some people moved away. Some got…

I negotiated my salary for the first time at 28. Not dramatically — not with a dramatic counter-offer or a carefully prepared speech. I simply asked, during a.

When I was 24, I had $3,000 in savings, $12,000 in credit card debt, and a vague belief that I would figure out money "eventually." I was making enough to.