Shipped

by Angie Hockman

Once I reach the lounge, it’s empty except for an elderly couple sipping tea and reading matching Kindles.

But life is what you make it. It’s a balancing act. If all you do is work, you’ll wake up one day—ten, twenty, fifty years from now—utterly exhausted. Then you’ll be dead.”

He’s right, I am greedy. Because I want it all. And I’m going to have it.