8.16.25: Alone Time

I don’t mean silence. I mean full disconnection. No notifications. No “quick calls.” No ambient stress disguised as multitasking. Just nothing. Me, space, maybe a book or a walk or staring at a wall like a Victorian ghost. Alone time is the emotional equivalent of putting your phone in rice. Dry out the anxiety. Let your system breathe. And when I come back, I’ll be better. More human. Less sharp around the edges. But if I don’t get that time, I become a passive-aggressive gremlin who says “no worries!” and means exactly the opposite.