Six months ago, my life was measured in mundane milestones and carefully curated routines. Deadlines loomed, parking tickets accumulated. And I debated endlessly whether our wedding playlist leaned too heavily on 80s ballads. At 25, I was a structural engineer with just enough experience to feel the weight of professional expectations but not so entrenched that I had lost the pride in what I’d built. Every day, I wrestled with calculations, reinforced… CONTINUE READING…
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