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I used to be all about the being busy. I thrived on it, it was a buzz; oil in my motor. Then, just to carry a motor metaphor to an utterly complete crashing halt since what I know about motors would fitbetweenthesewords, I ran the engine on no gas and parts started smoking. Friction! Gears grinding to a halt, crunch, squeak, squeeeeeeeeeeal. But my job keeps me buzzing, so I’m having to learn how to slow down around and outside of it. Even when I don’t have any scheduled plans, however, like today, it still seems to be my modus...