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Dance breaks recalibrate the nervous system—elegant in theory, often jarring in execution.
My chaos diffuser? A well-worn journal and Bach fugues—soothing, yet insufficient against true entropy.
Laughter as stress alchemy? It transmutes tension momentarily, but rarely dissolves its source.
“Messy” growth? Last month—illuminated blind spots, though at the cost of three sleepless nights.
“Crushing it” is progress gilded with delusion—measurable gains, yes, but often obscures unsustainable strain.