Drawn to white space and margin, boundaries. Avoider of conflict, chaos, mess. Give me a book and a sofa, an open window and a rainy day. Shh, quiet please. Let there be peace.
It’s the way I’m wired, I’ll justify, and yet – the way in which we’re wired is always available for tweaking.
And so: in my efforts to be less selfish this fall, I’ve been tweaking.
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| More last-minute invites, more picking up the tab. More inconvenience (more joy). More mayhem, more adventures. Less time to myself, of course. Less energy. But energy is like sunshine, isn’t it? More arrives in the morning. |
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| Best not to save it for later. |
