From head to heart
Lately, my head and my chest have been in a full-blown tug-of-war. So much for my word of the year—unwavered. If anything, my ego’s been working overtime to shake me. Every morning, before I even opened my eyes properly, I’d wake up with a pit in my stomach, my chest tight with anxiety. My body was telling me something, but instead of listening, I got annoyed. Frustrated. Tried to push it away, pretend it wasn’t there. Classic move, right? But one night before bed, I remembered—this is the wo...