While everyone is out on the Playa right now, I found myself looking back at my own Burning Man experience in 2017. 🔥 And I realized how vivid those memories still are. Burning Man, 2017. I went with a group of male friends and felt completely comfortable, completely safe, completely free. We wore costumes. We wore masks. And somehow, beneath all of that, we were simply ourselves. For a few days, we lived like kids. We laughed, explored, danced, and moved across the Playa together on our bicycles, day and night. No schedules. No roles. No need to be serious. Just freedom, friendship, curiosity, and that wonderful feeling of never quite knowing what we would discover next. We were incredibly lucky that year. No dust storms, no major interruptions, nothing that could get in the way of the adventure. And then, of course, the Man burned. 🔥 A special thank you to sashaluko and all the guys for the incredible company, endless laughter, adventures, and for making me feel so comple...