It’s Mew Thong February again, which, for those who don’t know, is what my phone autocorrected New Thing February to last year, and which I found so much more delightful that I kept the misnomer.
I started the tradition when I was reeling from a breakup and desperate not to fall into my usual trap of self-loathing and stagnation—a la dri…
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