The Wall
In my office, I have a wall. On the wall I paste notes that I have written to myself during periods of self-reflection and self-isolation. Some of the words are playful, some are serious. Messy and raw, they represent my psyche in its most naked and vulnerable state. There is wisdom in this soup of nonsense. The wall helps me remember who I am and who I want to be.
Word Play
I always save the worst for last. If you’ve made it this far, I don’t recommend going any further.
