I’ve spilled coffee on myself on two commutes in the last two weeks. I’m about to turn 30 — what the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I’m filling the Yeti a little too aggressively. Maybe the drink ...
If you don’t journal, chances are the last time you held a pen was to sign for a delivery or fill in a form you didn’t really want to complete. Which is wild, when you think about it. Many of us ...