WISHLIST - REFLECTIONS ON LIFE, DEATH, AND WORK
October 12th, 2026 I pulled out a stack of flashcards, hoping to write out a "wishlist" of sorts. A Range Rover - silver or black with a sun roof (because it looks cool). A custom build home, with a fieldstone façade, dark brown window frames, and a cozy interior (dream). That's about as far as I got, before I started drifting off elsewhere I found my hand just moving, without much conscious thought or effort on my part. Before I knew it, I was writing the final line, which read: I wish to never feel as lonely as I did this weekend. And it's true. The Range Rover was nice. So is the stone facade. But to be honest, if I could snap my fingers and grant myself my dream life, I suppose the primary thing I'd want is more people in it. Admittedly, mine at the moment feels sparse. There are people around, but they're not nearby. In the earlier lines of my flashcard, I wrote some practical things - things such as: zero debt by twenty nine, a career in development...