Ten.Six Hundred & Forty-Nine
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Up before the alarm. I hear voices. It is exactly what I think it is.
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75 and sunny. Yes, please. Intention for the day: savor—the quiet, the space, the sunshine, the free moments I get to do my own work.
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Change in plans.
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I turn off the music and turn on a podcast. The only way he’s going to listen to these is if I make him.
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The end game of productivity is not to make room in your schedule to do more, but less. Boredom is good. Rest is necessary.
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Maybe we’ll do one of our own this October.
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The height of the hills. Where we come from these hills might be considered mountains. The greenness of everything. The orange poppies, the yellow mustard, the purple that I cannot name.
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Maybe here?
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Back-patio-wine-drinking weather.
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The end goals are usually the same. The process of getting there is what’s so different.