Can we still have nice things?

Let me clear my throat.

Am I really doing this? I’ve been asking myself this question lately, as I’ve somersaulted through an internal spin cycle over whether or not to “have a Substack.” I am, at times, extraneously aware of my own undiagnosed personality disorder which renders me all-or-nothing when it comes to any sort of personal commitment. I’m typically thrilled to selec…