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Hi, ,
I want to tell you about a question I keep asking myself.
Not on the dramatic days: the hard appointments, the crisis moments, the seasons that require everything I have. On the ordinary ones. The unremarkable Tuesdays when nothing notable happens and the hours just pass and I get to the end of the day and realize I cannot quite account for where I actually was inside any of it.
Am I inhabiting this? Or am I just getting through it?..
There is a difference. I think most of us know the difference. And I think most of us, most of the time, are doing more of the second thing than we would like to admit.
My newest essay is about that question. It's called "What It Means to Inhabit Your Life" and it's the piece I have been circling around since I named this publication, trying to find the right words for what I actually mean when I use that word. Inhabit. What it requires. What gets in the way. What the returning looks like when you have drifted into managing your life instead of living it.