Yesterday I had something that I canceled at the last minute and had 45 glorious minutes to kill and I had nothing to do. Which was a great feeling. And so I had this book that I put down a long time ago and I couldn’t even remember what page I was on, but I sat in the otherwise very intense turmoil of my apartment — I have like one chair that is set up and can be occupied — and I curled up in the chair and just sort of killed those spare minutes by reading, and it was the nicest thing to not be checking email, to not be going on Twitter, to not be answering my texts… and I feel like I’ve kind of lost sight of that. So I’m hoping to intentionally carve out more time for that kind of thing.
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