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In part, this blogpost is some sort of catharsis; a justification to myself that it’s okay I didn’t move to Berlin in 2020, regardless of how many people I told about my plan or how much I wanted it. But moreso, it’s a championing of letting life do its thing. An oddly fitting side note to the Berlin saga is that I went to four broken photo booths in one day before finally finding one where I could get new passport pictures. The lord works in mysterious ways. When the tech company I was working for ran out of money and fired 300+ people at the start of April, I was on the cusp of a promotion (the latest juicy carrot I’d created for my donkeylike self to trod towards), so it was a pretty rubbish letdown. But, no pickaxes this time. I choose to be of the mindset that it wasn’t meant to be.
https://katherinecorcorancom.wordpress.com/2022/04/29/in-favour-of-a-pickaxeless-take-on-life
![Unlike […] younger equivalents of a shackled Katherine, adult me could continue to push for what I wanted](https://wants.blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/pickaxe.jpg?w=463)