That was life most days. The same thing over and over and over. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.And then last year I decided it wasn’t for me anymore. I realized working 60 to 80 hours a week to make the money to buy more superfluous stuff didn’t fill the void I felt inside. It only brought more debt and anxiety and fear and loneliness and guilt and stress and paranoia and depression.So I canceled my routine. Or, rather, I traded in my routine for better habits.

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