#flow-state

#flow-state

"I think I'm going to get into beading," I said to my husband as we sat on the couch together in the post-bedtime slump. After we get our 4-year-old to bed, sometimes with a fight, we crash in the living room together and just enjoy the sound of silence. In telling him, I was mostly preparing him for the number of packages that were about to arrive in the mail bearing beads, tiny pliers, and little gold doodads.

Almost everything in life now feels monetized, from birth to death, with every aspect of existence having a price tag attached, even relationships and joy.