I feel like I inhabit a different planet when I read these reports. I can’t relate to a single word of this thing.
A day doesn’t go by without me thanking my lucky stars for landing me in a profession that lets me spend tons of time with my kid, read kilos of books for fun, and indulge my passion for watching tons of trashy TV and wander about aimlessly. And travel to places like the DR, calling it “work.”
How is it possible to have such diametrically opposed experiences?