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Oil, Water and the Brazilian Energy Transition
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“Yes, the concept for this website, WoBistDude was squeezed out from above a porcelain dome of imagination.”
I’m not sure if it is just us, but 2018 was a bit of a hellfire. We were unhappy in our work lives, we had our hearts broken by boys, and dealt very poorly with our mental health. We moved to this house because we didn’t quite know where else to go, and thank god we did.
I was not changing the world, but I was inspiring and facilitating knowledge to entrepreneurial women, so that they could pursue their goals.
“how could I proudly declare I now made time only for binge-watching television shows, cheese, and adult coloring books? I didn’t want to represent myself as the bore I had so quickly become after replacing 2 a.m. shots of lukewarm vodka for 9 a.m. practice LSAT exams.”
I literally had to say to myself “OK Chelsea you just had way too many cookies, wait until you run two more laps to have more.” What kind of heaven is this?
I started telling her my backstory. How I stumbled into this industry from a double liberal arts degree. How I moved to California on a whim, because of some obtuse connection between a tech company and a hidden strand of thematic pulp from my Honors Thesis. How I still loved California, had a lease on an apartment, and really missed being in a place where the concept of a burrito had been fully fleshed out, deconstructed, and rebuilt anew. I told her about how I was only supposed to be in Dublin for 1 year, and then – “You met a girl,” she interjected.
Suddenly everything turns black. I start feeling drops of sweat running down my face. My hands get sticky, I can hardly breath. From somewhere far away I hear a voice saying “Are you alright? You look pale”.