Maybe it's age, or maybe it's pure necessity, but I truly love my down time. As I reflect backward over the last 30 years of my life, I remember fondly the anxiety I once felt to be sitting still - always needing something to do in my waking hours. In the last year, I crave down time,even sneaking in a nap on my days off occasionally. My down time is highly treasured and almost violently protected. If I manage to have a three day weekend, then I feel I can venture out, maybe even experiment with a new routine. In every way possible, I am tired. At times, I can get enough rest in one part of my life, but pure relaxation has not happened in a very long time. My spirit aches to feel peace. When I say to myself that I am drowning, I know its truth perfectly. I've been here before. I have survived this before. It just seems so abnormal to be repeating this yet again. Is that what life is? More and more, the words of the "Serenity Prayer" echo in my m
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