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for the first time in quite a while, i felt a degree of control over my tempo. i regained an appreciation for rhythm, even if transient.
in a less obscurantist manner: it was just nice to be able to make choices about my time without as much pressure as i normally experience. it was nice to be motivated enough to do something. i'm not even particularly enthused with the particularities of the day - the books were
mostly mid and i overextended myself at one point. but the crucial thing is i had the discretionary power to course correct, take care of myself, and continue on my path. that relatively unencumbered temporal form deserves appreciation, as it is has become increasingly rare for me.