hyperfocus and losing myself in my own imagination. Life soon aggressed, though, and I got a reminder about the Zoom workshop on my phone.I scrambled up the muddy path back to civilization, adults, clocks, and rules.
Back at home, I haphazardly collected my art materials, notebooks, and medication for the day. I logged into Zoom looking disheveled and greeted my peers, who were just beginning to dig into the subject matter.I apologized for being late, then was just about to jump into my usual defensive script and white lies about my transgression.
But then I stopped. I changed the habit of a lifetime by being completely honest and saying, “I was late because I spent a good part of the morning looking for fossils in the chalk.” I said this.
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