I keep thinking about this version of my life that never actually happened. You know the one. The montage life. The one where I’m somehow managing chronic illness and trauma and capitalism and my inbox with this gritty, endearing determination. I drink iced coffee out of a glass I definitely rinsed properly. I go on…
Train travel? Life-changing. My partner and I proved planes don’t stack up against smooth, speedy trains.
**The Thing I Keep Putting Off** There is a task that has lived on my to‑do list long enough to start paying rent. You know the type: not urgent enough to cause immediate chaos if ignored, but important enough to give you a small, consistent sense of failure every time you remember it. For me,…