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Box breathing.

It would do me a lot of good to take this at face value…

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I don’t wear color.

I spent a lot of money trying to fit a mold I didn’t create or actually agree with.

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Overwhelm.

“Our lives are somehow unfolding faster than [we] are able to manage well.”

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Washing rags.

Anyone with a washer/dryer at home ought to be incredibly grateful.

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I don’t want to.

I’m exhausted and I don’t want to muster up the energy to write today. So instead…

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Orienting.

This small moment calmed the internal storm inside me and my nervous system exhaled.

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Coffee shop etiquette.

I feel it’s important to establish some universal ground rules on how you ought to behave in a coffee shop.

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Remember Ferris Bueller.

So here came the line that delivers the whole crux of the film, and that’s when I realized what it’s like to be hit between the eyes.

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Fun? What’s that?

Fun seems like a simple concept on the surface, but for a workaholic like me, it’s wildly complex.

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