adulthood is a sedative 😇 - by Lilian Caylee
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These days, I find it hard to feel alive. I’ve found myself turning to sound baths and reiki, meditation and manifesting, vision boards and listening earnestly to conversations about astrological signs—eager to find a constellation, for any hope that some unexplained magic might exist, for “some other sign that people do not totally regret life.” I’m sure some part of it is because of this involuntary holding pattern necessitated by the pandemic. We’ve put our lives on hold—as we sheltered-in-place, as international borders closed, then opened, then closed again. But even while our lives…
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