Shake Off the Dust!

It's easy to find yourself getting into invisible patterns. The mindless autopilot after doing something over and over again. The narrow rut already running deep before you even notice it. The wagon wheel doesn't need to see the groove to follow—the wheel remembers the path, sinks into it a little deeper with every pass. And then you can no longer steer. Within the ocean, the Waves seem endless, new every time they break, but underneath they're following the same channels the tide has carved for centuries. The same sandbars, the same currents pulling in the same directions. A rut is a groove worn into something still. An ocean is a groove worn into something moving. Both shapes carved by repetition. Feeling like freedom until the day you notice you've been swimming the same lap back and forth in the same stretch of water, wearing the same furrow into the waves. In the act of writing longform articles nearly every day for so many days, achieving #100DaysToOffload twice in less than two…