A sandwich, a magic wand, desire, yes-but.

Me: I wanna sandwich! Sandwich! Inquisitive and loving me, who might also be a fairy godmother: That seems like a reasonable thing to want. If I could wave my magic wand and get you one this very instant, would you take it? Me: Yes! But I want it with pickles. And...

Except.

Something I find both incredibly frustrating and empowering at the same time is how there is at least one exception to just about everything I think is true. So. No big surprise, but I’ve been using this thing of finding the exceptions as part of the...
The Fluent Self