Ah, balance. At this point you would think that I would have learned, from experience, that I cannot choose the way in which I will learn something new... and yet. Here we are. At the end of a week which I spent with a repetitive stress injury (from completing a project in a self imposed but still unreasonable amount of time), unable to hold a pen, a needle, a hook, a book, my phone... and unable to sit or sleep comfortably. I've walked slowly around the house, selecting items to donate or throw away, with my left hand - because that is all I could do. My sleep data looks like Morse code, sent by a newbie who left long pauses while looking up how to do each letter in between transmissions.
So I still plan to write about choosing books by their covers, my new favorite lunch spot, and other aspects of controlled balance - but I'm doing so more humbly than I did in my journaled monthly outline, with more openness to whatever lessons the Universe might choose to hand me (please, though, consider handing them rather than throwing them, if you don't mind!)
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