When one person ghosts another, there is a split down the middle. The good guy, and the bad guy. The right and the wrong. The victim and the perpetrator. Call it what you want. It’s still terrible.
Two weeks ago, I ventured to London for some work things and along the way I lost myself. Well, I lost my lost self – I actually found my old self. It’s complicated, right? I wrote about how I had become grounded and how I felt like I was discovering who I once was whilst […]
I spend a lot of time online where everybody – including myself – is putting their best foot forward, marching with confidence, leaving their baggage slightly out of the camera shot and condensing the good bits into 240 characters or less.