When I was younger, gyms were nothing more than simple buildings. They had all the charm of a Soviet-era government building and smelled like old sweat. People did not seem to care about aesthetics. They only went to lift heavier things and put them back down, a strange ritual that for some unusual reason led to larger muscles, smaller waists, and a greater amount of pride. No one needed to record any of this, and…
There’s something oddly satisfying about highlighting a passage in a self-help book. That little swipe of neon yellow across a…
I believe there’s a conspiracy of sorts that revolves around my experience on the road. I have this theory that…
I’m still trying to figure out exactly when it happened. That moment when my carefully constructed work-life balance tipped over into just… work. It wasn’t a dramatic collapse—more like watching sand slowly slide through an hourglass until suddenly you realize the top chamber is empty and you’ve been staring at it for ages without noticing. Last Tuesday I found myself sitting in my car at 11:43 PM in the empty parking lot of my apartment…
It started with a careless comment at my brother’s wedding. His new mother-in-law—the type who reads self-help books exclusively and…