Finding Stoicism When I Don’t Recognize It.

I’m writing this from a third floor apartment in the center of Adelaide’s CBD. It’s a nice apartment. Functional. It’s not big but it doesn’t have to be. I’m relaxed, though there is a knot of anxiety gnawing away it me presently. Why am I here? I’ll try and give you the tl;dr version. OurContinueContinue reading “Finding Stoicism When I Don’t Recognize It.”

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