Listening for the sound of the margins.
I used to move through life like a rubber band wrapped around a watermelon. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen videos of that, but they never end well.
These days I can spot when my nervous system is fried, which is objectively good; it means I can tell you quite confidently that I’m a tangled ball of tension today with nowhere to let it come undone.
Keep reading:
onward.
