Entering into the daily world, where everything is complicated and requires decisions and conversation, means the end of everything. It means not getting to write… The reason the morning is so important is that I’ve spent the night somewhere else.
— “How I Get to Write,” Roxana Robinson
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It’s five in the morning on a Saturday.
Ten years ago at this time, I’d be leaving the warehouse, the party, the bar I’d spent my evening, my hearing dulled from loud thumping music. I had more time then — I had more of a lot of things, I suppose: Energy. Willingness. Recovery time.
Time was never an issue.
Last year, I went from working 20 hours a week to 50+ hours a week. The increase has been gradual, but I’ve had a hard time adjusting to not just a new job and schedule, but lifestyle. I don’t…
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