This article originally appeared on the Crew blog. The story “The Little Engine That Could” really ticked me off as a child. There were oceans between how that train felt and how I felt. The engine’s positive attitude annoyed the living daylights out of me. What was it so sure about? Why was it so certain_it could do_anything? That train should have more realistic expectations… I can’t pinpoint exactly where my chronic self-doubt came from, but I do know I would probably cease to exist without it. Is there a balance point between believing in yourself (without reason) and not...

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