Up until reading Riggle’s book, I viewed each day of a series of choices. I choose whether to go for a run or snooze my alarm, I choose whether to have toast or cereal for breakfast, I choose my (hopefully tasteful) office-attire and whether to wear the impractical pumps or the comfy crocs. That’s a universal experience. But as soon as I interact with another human being, I have not thought about the choices that follow those interactions. I, like most capital-city dwelling sheeple, know […]