Everything costs money. And if it doesn’t, it costs time. And if it doesn’t, then it costs blood. And if it doesn’t, then it costs your soul or your children’s souls, or your children’s children’s souls. And who knows if there are any souls left after that. What’s worth the price today or tomorrow, your body or your mind? My back hurts from building this furniture. Then I’m going to paint it a beautiful, dreamy blue not really grey, not totally blue one of those muddy colors

When I was away from the office, I moved more. Between chores, kids, errands, and the occasional mid-morning stretch (or dance break), movement just… happened. It wasn’t a workout — it was part of life. Now that I’m back in an office, I sit, I sti a lot. My step count has dropped nearly 50%, and my smartwatch buzzes so often I’ve started ignoring it. I knew adulthood meant moving less, but I didn’t realize how little. 💻 The Trade We Don’t Talk About We dedicate 40+ hours a w