From My Treadmill to Your Reality I’ve just finished a 7 km run on my treadmill. One of those runs where your legs keep moving, your lungs burn, and your mind decides it’s the perfect moment to unpack everything at once. I was manifesting. Venting. Counting my blessings. Feeling genuinely grateful for what I have. And at the exact same time, I felt completely torn. Because here we are, sitting in our homes wherever we are in the world, arguing about commissions, equity, salaries, job titles, who’s winning, who’s losing, who looks more successful on paper. Bigger houses. Better titles. More, more, more. Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to be human. Then you called. You, in Ukraine. Minus seventeen degrees. Thirty six hours without electricity. Cold, exhausted, living inside a war that never gives you a day off. And suddenly my treadmill problems became exactly what they are: problems that only exist because I am privileged enough to have the space to create them. This is no...