I spent the better part of my twenties reading about how to live well. Books on habits, focus, meaning, discipline. I could explain the difference between fixed and growth mindsets at a dinner party. I could quote Buddhist teachers by name. I had notebooks full of underlined passages and ideas for routines I was going to start on Monday. Almost none of it changed my life. Not because the ideas were wrong, but because I’d confused understanding s…
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