Six months ago, my biggest problems were deadlines, parking tickets, and whether our wedding playlist had too many 80s songs on it. I was 25, a structural engineer, with a fiancée who already had a Pinterest board for our future kids’ names and a honeymoon half-paid to Maui. My mom, Naomi, texted me grocery lists and vitamin recommendations like it was her side job. A smiling young man | Source: MidjourneyA smiling young man | Source: Midjourney “James, you work too much,” she’d say. “I’m proud of you, but I want you healthy. Supplements and real food, okay? No more...
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