Busy.
That single word is the most common answer I receive when I ask the people in my life how they’re doing.
Some folks wear the pulls of a busy life like a badge of honor. Proud of their imbalanced work-life balance, of burning the midnight oil, of missing calls and commitments. They’re just too busy. I’m tired of that word. I need an escape. An adventure.
Adventure is subjective. My definition of adventure is surely different
