SOLEM S.A.S 2025-10-27T09:15:42Z

I remember the exact moment my old running shoes betrayed me. It was a crisp Tuesday morning, the kind that promises personal bests and endorphin highs, but as I pushed through the final kilometer of my interval training, the sole of my left shoe decided to partially detach with a sickening flap-flap-flap rhythm that mocked my fading stamina. I'm not just talking about inconvenience; I'm talking about that soul-crushing realization that your gear is holding you back from the athlete you aspire t

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets as my vision started tunneling. That familiar metallic taste flooded my mouth - the one that always arrives five minutes before my blood sugar crashes. Fumbling with my phone felt impossible with trembling hands, but then I remembered the bold orange digits burning against the black screen on my wrist. There it was: 62 mg/dL screaming at me in that glorious, oversized font. I'd never loved a number so much in my life.

I remember the day I downloaded the Government Careers Hub—that’s what I ended up calling it after the third time I butchered its full name in conversation. My life was a mess of spilled coffee and rejection emails, a symphony of silent phones and dwindling bank balances. I’d been laid off from my marketing job three months prior, and the confident, suited-up version of me had slowly eroded into a pajama-clad hermit who jumped at every notification, hoping it was a callback. Desperation is a pot