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It feels as though an age has passed since I sat and wrote, unburdened myself of my feelings and thoughts in the hours some may say are too early to call the morning.

I feel tired and calm with a tinge of anxiety and notice that much of my struggle these past weeks has been the tension between being and doing. Part of me rails against perceived idleness. I feel afraid and uncertain when the structure I reject and…