I Thought My Brother’s Wedding Invite Would Make Me Smile. The Envelope Did the Opposite.

over the Pacific Ocean, wrapped in the anonymous darkness of the cabin at night, I pulled out a journal I’d impulsively bought at an airport shop and started writing. Not about Kevin or the wedding, but about myself—questions I’d never asked before. When had I last done something spontaneous? When had I prioritized adventure over stability? Had I become continue reading …