At 26, I felt stuck, with a job that bored me and a disintegrating relationship. Then my boss called me into her office
It was July 2015. I hated my job and was bad at it. I was on a fitness kick, sometimes cramming in two sessions a day around work, the exercise a trapdoor from my persistent unhappiness. I was as piteous as a medieval martyr, but without good cause – I had made all my bad life decisions, after all. I was 26 years old. I felt as if someone had put a wheel lock on my life and my tyres were grinding in reverse.
It all came to a head one summer evening over red wine and cigarettes.
