There I was, hair tied up, hoodie on, ready to dominate the cardboard cutouts of Azeroth over my boyfriend. Except, somewhere between building another base and reinforcing my army I found myself.. furious. Not because I was losing, but because he was winning so damn well. The incomprehensible anger made me sit in a chair with a childish frown, commenting negative insinuations on every step he made. Why was I mad? He hadn’t cheated. He hadn’t gloated. He’d just played… brilliantly.

There I was, hair tied up, hoodie on, ready to dominate the cardboard cutouts of Azeroth over my boyfriend. Except, somewhere between building another base and reinforcing my army I found myself.. furious. Not because I was losing, but because he was winning so damn well. The incomprehensible anger made me sit in a chair with a childish frown, commenting negative insinuations on every step he made. Why was I mad? He hadn’t cheated. He hadn’t gloated. He’d just played… brilliantly.

The tap of my laptop keys tonight carries a different weight. It's not the urgent rhythm of a client deadline or the well thought out sentences of a pitch. No, this is a different rhythm altogether. A more internal one. A beat that’s been quiet for too long, finally finding its way back to the surface.On the screen beside me, Carrie Bradshaw is navigating the chaotic beauty of her own New York life, a cosmos of Manolos and martini-fueled epiphanies. And here I am, in my own corner of the worl...

The tap of my laptop keys tonight carries a different weight. It's not the urgent rhythm of a client deadline or the well thought out sentences of a pitch. No, this is a different rhythm altogether. A more internal one. A beat that’s been quiet for too long, finally finding its way back to the surface.On the screen beside me, Carrie Bradshaw is navigating the chaotic beauty of her own New York life, a cosmos of Manolos and martini-fueled epiphanies. And here I am, in my own corner of the worl...