“Timberrrrr.” shouts a voice. The hands of the little girl recoils from the cookie jar. Her head snaps in the direction of the voice, and quiets her breathing. If her granny finds her head first in the chitterling bucket, she could expect something said about her body. She could already hear... .

In January, I wrote a single line on my vision board I hope you listen to yourself and chart your own course. I had a habit of doing the opposite.

The last newsletter I wrote was in September 2023, a year where my job as a recruiter had dried up, layoffs were frequent, and I was a foreigner living in Paris