This year tho. I don’t know how many others have felt a similar sense of rejection from the Universe, and while 2015 wasn’t jubilant for me, I definitely felt that I was making progress with my end-goal as an editor, 2016 put that sense of progression to a grinding halt. (A kayaker whose paddle gets ripped out of her hand by the current is probably more apt a metaphor).
I am very much looking forward to this 90s clothing brand. Les droigts croissés — we, all of us, got this!