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This morning I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window—not the dramatic storm kind, but the gentle, persistent type that makes you want to stay under the covers a little longer. I did. Ten more minutes of listening, of noticing how each drop had its own rhythm, its own small story of falling.
I've been thinking about the space between thoughts lately. Yesterday, I tried something small: instead of immediately reaching for my phone when I felt bored, I just sat. Just for two minutes. It was harder than I expected. My mind wanted to
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