I can feel a small bead of sweat nervously forming on my brow. My warmups are complete. The butterflies are beginning to congregate in my stomach, accompanied by a rollercoaster of self-doubting thoughts and positive affirmations. Am I as good as everyone else? I’ve put a lot of work in! Do I belong here? I’ve got this! Am I ready? OK, I’m ready! “Jonah, you’re in!” No, I’m not closing game seven of the World Series for the New York Yankees—a dream that isn’t so implausible given the fact that I am, in fact, a former major league baseball pitcher—this, friends,…
