I am an inspector. I like to inspect.
To question.
To examine.
To wonder.
To analyze.
To figure out why I am feeling what I am feeling when I am feeling it.
Yikes, even that sentence is exhausting.
I have realized that sometimes my internal inspection quickly turns into the equivalent of the spinning rainbow wheel on my Mac, the infamous beach ball of death.…
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