You look happy.
(It's because I'm wearing a bright color. Your eyes just think I look happy.)
You do. That's a different smile. Tell me.
(How many times have I said that?)
Details?
Sometimes I tell my love that I have a plan, but the plan is something like, "Make the dinner reservation later." He's not sure that counts as a plan.
But it feels like you.
Yes. Because I know the intent and timeframe, and I can execute.
What does the plan involve?
Understanding my baseline.
Sounds scientific, and worthwhile.
Then?
Conscious choices.
Good. At some point, you need to embrace your needs. Value your complexity.
It's okay to need.
Maybe we'll tackle that tomorrow.
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