I have decided to permit winter to enfold me. To cease in trying to lurch myself into high octane productivity and to instead slow into the grey stillness of the season.
Each winter, I rally against the quieting of nature and the bleak months ahead. What if, instead of trying to pursue my to-do list with ragged exhaustion, I used the time as a reset. To read, and rest, and to be still. To contemplate instead of motivate.
Everything needs silence. Maybe silence is what I need.
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