(Image credit: DALL-E/Ryan Morrison) I’ve always been obsessed with the future, which is either ambitious or deeply unhealthy depending on the day. Even when life is going well, my brain constantly jumps ahead. Instead of fully enjoying the moment, I start wondering what everything will look like five years from now: my career, my finances, my relationships, my stress levels, even the kind of person I’ll become. Lately, I’ve caught myself thinking back to 2021 a lot. Back then, the world was slowly reopening, New York finally felt alive again and my own life was changing fast. I was writing for one of the best sites I’d ever worked for, exploring on-screen projects and podcasts and building a career that looked completely different from anything I imagined a few years earlier. Now, as I enter the final stretch of my 30s, I’ve started doing it again, mentally fast-forwarding to the future and trying to picture what my life might look like by 2031.…