Upon acquiring my preliminary lorry – a silver 2013 Honda Civic including a sun-bleached bumper and a couple of very discreet dents that added character – I believed I had transitioned right into the adult years. This change entailed duties such as keeping oil levels, gathering gas station incentives, and curating playlists labelled Commute Feelings.
I never anticipated that shoes would be the first thing I bought when I started investing. Not a book on money, not a seminar, not a mentor—just a wardrobe full of shoes that I hardly ever wore. On a peaceful Saturday morning, I was looking for a pair of heels to go to brunch when
Last spring, I was hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had my phone in my pocket, so I thought I was very smart. I had this new trail app. It showed flashing blue lines where to step, how steep it would be, where to drink water, and so much more. All well and good,
So, here’s the deal: I didn’t buy my first mountain bike helmet because I thought it looked good or because I suddenly cared about “safety.” Nope. I got it because everyone else on the path had one, and I didn’t want to seem stupid for not having one. Then there were the gloves, the strange