She almost laughed. A gimmick. A carnival trick. But she was 28, and her life felt like a pile of mismatched socks. She’d just ended a lukewarm engagement, quit a job that paid well and meant nothing, and spent her weekends alphabetizing her spice rack. She was desperate for a map, even a fake one.
Salt, she decided, could be the year she finally learned to taste her own life. vida chart
So she played the game.