Yesterday, I got mad at my therapist. (That was Part 1—you can read it here .) Last night, I messed up with my kids. (This is Part 2. You’re reading it now.) This morning, I felt completely broken and lost. Then I took a nap. And somehow… things seemed okay again. I’m not fully back on my feet yet. But I did discover a few things about myself—things worth writing down before they quietly disappear. So this is me, taking notes. Part 2: What I Thought I Was Missing Lately, I’ve realized that my biggest struggle might not actually be finding my life purpose . That question is too big, too abstract, to carry around all day. What really gets me is something much more ordinary—and much heavier. That drained, uneasy feeling at the end of the day when I’m exhausted, yet nothing I wanted to do actually got done. Sound familiar? What I’m really struggling with is time . I wish I could press a pause button. Freeze everything exactly as it is. So I wouldn’t age....
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