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I honestly have no idea what to say about my life Sunday night/Monday morning. There’s a real chance I won’t sleep tonight, what with the racket just beyond this door, and every chance I’m sleeping in a strange bed by myself.

I would like to not complain, and like to think I can spread myself out into this Monday morning with real big eyes and a heart inclined to lean into wonder. Even when things feel pretty bad. My history says I can.