At this time in my life, there is pressure to be professional, stern, take things seriously, iron my clothing, and make small talk about football games or the college I went to. I am bubbly, wishy-washy, silly, never use an iron, almost didn't go to college, and really don't even understand what a touchdown is. Some days I beat myself up wondering if people perceive me to be foolish or beneath them. And the matter is not how I am perceived by others, but the notion of what I believe to be valuable. If a good or bad day depends on whether or not I feel respected, admired, or impressive, what does that say about my values?