I’m treading water. In fact, that’s how I’d sum up my whole life right now. It’s strange—you’d think that in the upheaval of separation, the stability of work would be welcome. It’s actually had the opposite effect; it’s made me want to throw all my cards up in the air and see where they land. I’m treading water, but what I want is to swim. There. That’s my resolution for the year ahead in one word. 3) Swim.
