Living the Horizontal Life
I used to think my love for being horizontal was something to hide, but now I embrace it—it’s simply how I thrive. From working meetings in bed to turning parties into “Horizontal Lounges,” everything feels better with my feet up. Even meals and travel are optimized with the right tools, like couch-side tables or inflatable ottomans. While others stand or sit upright, I’ve found my comfort in lounging, unapologetically choosing what works best for me. Being horizontal isn’t laziness—it’s freedom.
Horns & Jazz Are My Nemesis
I’ve always known I don’t like jazz—especially when horns are involved. My brother tried every trick in the book to convince me otherwise, but nothing could change my mind. Turns out, I might have misophonia, which means my brain just can’t handle certain sounds. Now armed with earplugs and a bit of validation, I’m finally able to enjoy concerts (well, some concerts) without feeling like I’m losing my mind.
