What in the world is this place?

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But somewhere between “I’ll do it later,” “this is good enough,” and “how did I get here?” you woke up at Camp Coulda-Woulda-Shoulda, where the coffee is lukewarm, the activities are suspicious, and the staff has been quietly running your life from behind the trees.

This is a storyverse for naming the patterns that keep us stuck, laughing at them a little, and finding our way back to the version of ourselves that almost got buried under all that coulda, woulda, shoulda.

Discover which pattern is keeping you stuck: