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A few weeks ago I noticed pain in my foot in a dance class. It wasn't a dramatic injury. It was the kind of pain you shake off, adjust your steps around, and mostly forget about within the hour. It's just a toe. It's tiny. I mean, how bad could it be? Except I didn't fully adjust. I just changed how I was landing and moving, slightly, to avoid the sore spot. A few weeks later, while on my regular Sunday walk, my ankle joint started complaining about the arrangement and I ended up hobbling for...

For a few years, my passport looked busier than my diary. Cape Town to Johannesburg. Johannesburg to Warsaw. Johannesburg to Prague. Back again. I was on first-name terms with the hotel staff in multiple cities. I'd said yes to both projects practically immediately when they were asked of me, the way I said yes to most things back then: fast, and without much thought about what I was actually agreeing to. I told myself the flying was just the cost of that managing director promotion I'd been...

This past weekend I attended a Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Actual teacups. Actual hats. Actual straw brims waiting to be decorated with pompoms, ribbon, dried flowers, paper quotes (and a few other things I don't know the names of). These are sentences I did not expect to write about my social activities this year. The workshop was called "The Hats We Wear, The Roles We Play." Before anyone touched glue, we had to choose an identity card from a set with several options. Quite a few of them...