I’m turning 34 tomorrow. In all reality it won’t feel all that dissimilar from 33, but I have a quirky, surely neuro-atypical thing about even numbers, so it hits a … Continue reading 34.
I’m turning 34 tomorrow. In all reality it won’t feel all that dissimilar from 33, but I have a quirky, surely neuro-atypical thing about even numbers, so it hits a … Continue reading 34.
Don’t look down, they say. Don’t look back. Keep your eyes straight ahead toward where you’re going, rather than focusing on everything you’re putting behind you. I think the intention … Continue reading Look down. Look back.