What could you do more of?
Sometimes the easier way to answer the question
is to flip it.
What could I do less of?
Less rushing from one meeting to the next.
Less eating lunch at my desk,
fork in one hand, typing emails with the other.
Less pretending that rest is optional,
something to earn at the end of the week.
And if I did less of those things,
then maybe I could do more of this:
More sitting at a meal with someone I haven’t seen in a while.
More giving conversation the time to wander.
More walking the dog through the university,
letting the rhythm of paws and footsteps reset my head.
More allowing space for quiet —
not absence, but presence.
The subtraction creates the addition.
Less hurry, more humanity.
Less noise, more noticing.
Less grasping, more grace.
Perhaps that is how “more” finds its way in:
through the room left behind
when we finally let go.
The Afterword 
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