Almost got the job, almost had feelings, almost lived in a city, almost graduated, almost there. It’s just the worst thing in the world. That constant anticipation leading up to it, and the often underwhelming feeling that comes after. Nothing hurts more than an almost. Maybe it’s because I’m an all or nothing type of person. Black or white. I’ve never met in the middle ground. And I always wonder why it didn’t work out. Some of the best advice I ever heard was: If it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no. Apply that to any scenario in your life and you have your answer. If they don’t want you like a hell yes, then it’s a hell no. If it’s not a hell yes to staying in your job, then it’s a hell no. You get it? There is no maybe, no almost there, no middle. This is the way I plot decisions in my life. If someone isn’t giving me hell yes, they’re giving me hell no. & vice versa. I wish everyone could skip the almost. You either want it or you...