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The Slow Acceptance That Not Every Hour Has to Be Productive

There’s a particular kind of guilt that showed with me around three in the afternoon. It slides into my brain and asks, quietly, “What have you accomplished lately?” And I can feel the low flame of my brain flickering instead of roaring. For years, I would have fought this hour. I would have forced something.Continue reading “The Slow Acceptance That Not Every Hour Has to Be Productive”