Tough moments shape us, no question. I’m sitting here in my cramped Seattle apartment, rain smacking the window like it’s got a personal grudge, and I’m thinking about the times life’s kicked me in the teeth. Like, last month, I spilled coffee on my laptop during a Zoom call...
Okay, so life changing experiences—man, where do I even start? I’m sitting here in my cramped Brooklyn apartment, rain smacking the window like it’s got a personal grudge, my coffee’s gone cold in this chipped mug I should’ve thrown out years ago. Like, seriously, you think you’ve got life...
I’m sitting here in my tiny Chicago apartment, surrounded by the faint smell of burnt toast from this morning’s breakfast fail, trying to figure out how to explain a personal development plan without sounding like some polished self-help guru. Spoiler: I’m not that guy. My desk is a disaster—sticky...
Alright, self development goals are my obsession rn, and I’m typing this in my cluttered Seattle apartment, rain smacking the window like it’s tryna wake me up. The place smells like burnt toast (my bad) and that weird lavender candle I got on clearance that’s more “chemical flower” than...
