
That dry desert heat and bare land on the 10 East, two hours from Los Angeles. The windmills turning around and around, just then nostalgia hit me. I’m going to be honest, I’ve never loved Palm Springs. I grew up in…
Wake up, work, think, overthink, think some more, repeat. This is the cycle. Always scrambling, thinking, going. I’m notorious for it. Many of us are. The working society rarely takes time to relax. We’re always in stress mode. So when…