That Quiet Morning, and the Radical Idea of Declaring My Own Freedom
Just the other day, you know, I was nursing a mug of lukewarm tea, staring out at the dew-kissed garden, feeling a bit… stuck. Not in a bad way, mind you, but like there were these invisible ropes, well-worn grooves, really, that I just kept following. We all do it, right? Habit is a powerful […]