If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they would live a lot differently.
The last few weeks have been absolutely non-stop for me and always make me question whether it’s all worth it because it’s a choice, you know? Deep down it’s not sustainable or what a life deserves to be, yet I press on. A few quiet moments staring up at the sky as Watterson suggests offers a view that consistently pulls me out of that maelstrom.
A solid day off also helps offer some perspective.