Is Your Life Today What You Pictured A Year Ago?
(Photo by Evgeny Tchebotarev) A year ago, I believed time behaved. I believed it would advance in neat increments, honoring plans, respecting intention. I believed, quietly, embarrassingly, that effort would be met with proportional reward, that patience was a currency, that clarity arrived if one waited long enough. My life looks nothing like the draft I carried twelve months ago. Not because…

















