Some days I barely move the needle. The dishes stay in the sink. I open tabs and close them. I stretch half-heartedly and call it a workout. And guess what? The world doesn’t end. I used to fear days like

I used to hate that sound. The alarm clock that forced me out of bed like a boot camp whistle. I don’t use it now. We broke up, and I don’t miss it. These days, I wake up when I’m ready—or when the sunlight