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Part 2: Without No, there can be no Yes.

As we strive to change the world, is it selfish to work on ourselves? Or is it the only way?

I propose we spend a few minutes every day taking some time to PAUSE. Taking some time to reorganize ourselves.

I thanked the word NO, for giving me this much-needed solitude.

Changing my position, giving myself, quite literally, a different perspective, tends to rattle something free in my brain.

Saying NO to the million tiny habits of body and mind that contribute to feeling diminished, to feeling like I can’t go on.

Sometimes the most “productive” thing to do is nothing. Productive of renewed energy, refreshed thinking, rediscovered enthusiasm.

What a revelation to be in the city and to See it, Breathe, and not make myself small. To be present in a way I never was in my 20s.