That thing that keeps tapping you on the shoulder.

It’s called the itch, and it’s usually right.

The habit you’re done with. The call you keep not making. The room, the job, the silence, the city. You didn’t wander here by accident, and you don’t need a new personality to act on any of it. You need one step small enough to survive contact with an ordinary day.

Let’s find yours. It takes about three minutes, and then ten.

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