I remember standing at the precipice of my twenties, feeling an itch I couldn’t quite scratch. It wasn't just wanderlust, though that was certainly a part of it; it was…
I remember standing at a crossroads, feeling the distinct chill of stagnation nipping at my heels. My days were a predictable loop, a hamster wheel of repetitive tasks that, while…
I remember standing in front of the mirror, suit jacket feeling like a borrowed costume, practicing lines that felt utterly unnatural. My palms would get clammy just thinking about making…