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An interlude is the space in between.   Yesterday, I fell into one.  It was the happiest of accidents.  I lay in this mental space between all the “I wants” and “I don’t haves” and realized that just laying in the interlude was enough.

I hadn’t seen this interlude before I fell in it.  I’d been thinking about all I didn’t get done during the day.  I’d started to scold myself for not doing more, for not being more organized, for not fully seizing the day.  Then, I suddenly realized that listing all I didn’t do hid all that I did.  I decided to look at what I had accomplished.  I decided it was okay to feel satisfied.  It didn’t mean that there weren’t other things that I could have done.  It didn’t mean that I utilized all the minutes of the day at maximum efficiency.   It just meant that I could enjoy the feeling of satisfaction based on what I had accomplished.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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