When fatigue threatens to bad talk you into a state of ‘fuck it’ or paralyzing guilt over the ‘fuck it’ or the kinda shame that raises its tumultuous strength and renders one useless for the day, stay in your seat, stay with it; don’t flee by getting busy, or writing another to do list, or going to your news feed, or rolling a splif, or hiding behind the gift of popping pink curtains. Just stay. You got this. Commit to Now in whatever that Now looks, feels, tastes, sounds like. maybe it is hiding behind those popping pink curtains for now. now. now….