I catch myself in patterns of negotiation from time to time.
“It’s just a couple beers on a Monday. Loosen up.”
“You can write tomorrow.”
“What’s a few more chocolate chips.”
Who am I negotiating with? It’s an interesting question if you sit with it.
It’s not some kinder, gentler side of me practicing self-love, much as I might try to convince myself of tha…
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