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This morning I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window—not the heavy kind, but that soft, persistent rhythm that makes you want to stay in bed just a little longer. I noticed how the gray light filtered through the curtains differently than sunlight does. Softer. Less demanding.
I've been thinking about a conversation I had yesterday at the café. A friend said,
"I just need to figure out what I really want."