Some days don’t unfold the way you plan. You wake up with a list, a deadline, a dozen intentions… and then your body decides it has other ideas. Mine did exactly that this week. I slept—not a nap, not a quick recharge—but a full‑on, day‑swallowing sleep that pulled me under and refused to let go.
When I finally opened my eyes, the world felt quieter. Slower. Calmer. Almost like someone had pressed a reset button I didn’t know I needed.
As writers, we talk a lot about discipline, consistency,...