During a workshop live last month, I shouted some honest truth that I’ve been holding in for far too long. “I don’t even like the eighteenth century.”

During a workshop live last month, I shouted some honest truth that I’ve been holding in for far too long. “I don’t even like the eighteenth century.”
This year was a gift. And I’m ready to add it to the curio shelf that is my life so that I can forever look back upon it with both fondness and nostalgic horror.