I’m in the process of lifting a seven-year weight off my chest. Clearing the brain. Putting files away. (Related: the CRA hold music is not terrible.) Throwing out clutter, literal and metaphorical. Deep breaths. Seeking comfort food—like, say, a beautiful Scottish voice cooing in my ear about moving on in your life during walks on warm spring mornings …
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