“What is your relationship to routine?” A friend asks casually, the coffee nearly to his lips.
I mull it over, uncertain.
I need structure, yes, wide open days terrify me, but at the same time I crave space.
Space to lie in bed and “do nothing.”
(I am doing something! I’m recalibrating! I’m admiring the way sunlight filt…
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