fatigue
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I took a box to the garage. That’s it. That’s the story. Except apparently it isn’t anymore. The box had a couple of things in it that needed to go into the Goodwill pile. Normally, this is something I wouldn’t think twice about. I don’t like going up and down the stairs unnecessarily, so I’ve…
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So I dance. Not gracefully. Not even with confidence. But I shift my weight back and forth between two emotional poles, caught between caring too much and not caring at all. Some days, it feels like the worst of both worlds.
