If there’s one thing Q1 has shown me, it’s the strangely intricate beauty of pressure. Even writing that feels surreal, considering I’ve always avoided it. Growing up, my dad spoiled me, so I got used to having things go my way—pressure, of course, does the exact opposite. Because of that, I used to resent it whenever it showed up in work, church, my social life, or anywhere else. To me, happiness came from getting what I wanted.  But what if that’s not the whole truth? What