The Untamable Spark: What AI and Medication Still Can’t Silence in Me
I take a moment and stare out my window, at the expanse of green that hides and masks the deer that were so prominent in winter. Opening a window, I smell sweet honeysuckle. My ginger cat nestles into my lap, purring, and I watch as he climbs onto the computer, and lies his body longways atop the cool metal.
And I realize that this moment of peace after the panic is worth more, is much bigger, than the assignment at hand.
And once I give myself permission, I can let the breath go that felt clogged in my ribs.
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