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When Our Fire Stops Burning - by Steven Schlafman

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I could hear the hum of traffic outside our Flatiron office—sirens, horns, and idle engines—and I might as well have been outside instead of the four hour “partner meeting” I was in.

When Our Fire Stops Burning Steven Schlafman Jun 18, 2022 12 Share I could hear the hum of traffic outside our Flatiron office—sirens, horns, and idle engines—and I might as well have been outside instead of the four hour “partner meeting” I was in. Packed like the Holland Tunnel at rush hour with twelve of my colleagues in a white walled, stuffy conference room with no ventilation and windows, I began to drift off into a pleasant day dream thinking about the coaching training I was about to attend over the weekend. After a few minutes of disassociation had passed, I caught myself and snapped

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