I did something shameful Monday morning because I felt pressed for time, but if I had just taken 11 seconds to breathe I could've avoided the whole mishegas.
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I'm one of those experts in magazines telling people how I put time for myself on my Google calendar, which is a little like scheduling sex: once it's on the task list, the joy is sort of sucked right out of it.
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