By six o'clock the deviled eggs were gone, someone's speaker had been playing the same patriotic playlist since noon, and I was carrying a cutting board of watermelon rinds back to the kitchen when it happened: the screen door swung shut behind me, and everything went quiet.
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This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase through these links, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. The timer on my phone was set to twenty-five minutes, a neat little block of time designed to keep me focused. Beside it, three colored highlighters sat in a perfect row, and my notebook was open to a fresh page where I had written, in my best handwriting, The Week Ahead . It was Sunday night, and I was trying, for the fourth time that month, to build a system that would finally make me feel like I was on top of my life. I had divided my days into hourly increments. I had planned my meals. I had even scheduled "fifteen minutes of quiet reflection" for Thursday afternoon, as if rest were a package that could be delivered on time.
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The kettle took four minutes to boil. I know, because I waited the whole time.
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