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My friend was telling me about her trip. The flight, the food, that one afternoon she spent doing absolutely nothing and didn't feel guilty about it once. I was happy for her. I was also somewhere else entirely. When was the last time I did something for just me? I didn't say it out loud. I just filed it away, the way you file away a thought you're not ready to deal with yet. But it didn't leave. It sat there for days, showing up at odd moments — in the shower, in traffic, ri