A few days recently where I found myself unable to think through a problem that was, objectively, pretty straightforward. The thinking was just muddled. In both cases, all it took was a good night of sleep and a run to clear it. This got me thinking about resets — and how they work like fractals. At the start of the year, after a real break, most of us come back with unusual clarity. What matters, what doesn’t – health, family, etc. Then the day-to-day sets in, the noise accumulates, and that clarity slowly fades. But it’s not just annual. The same thing happens at the start of a quarter, a week, a day. And then the pattern repeats. The act of living — processing signals, good and bad, all day long — is an exercise in getting our heads muddled. Our job is to keep finding the rituals that clear it.
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