Driving a 1969 VW Baja Bug Reignited the Light of Hope

Everybody imagined the 2020s starting off a bit differently. I, fresh off my first round of ketamine therapy, was ready to build a new me for this new decade from new insight on what I wanted out of life and the ambition to realize it. Both, though, would be worn down by 16 interminable months of going nowhere, seeing no one, eating holiday meals alone, and killing time I’d have rather spent un-fucking my life. As it did for so many, enduring required culling my desires, and not letting any new ones take root in their places… read more >