This spring, I ran for President of my grad school's marketing association. I submitted three days before the deadline, almost campaigned in silence, and lost to the incumbent. Here's what the ripple brought me instead.

Trying to build a personal development business right now—while ICE terrorizes my community, while Venezuela burns, while I'm supposed to post 15-second reels about living an aligned life—feels like that scene in an action movie where the main character falls into a trash chute, and the walls start closing in.