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Debts come due

How do you transport an unregistered car to a new state in order to get it registered?

As it happens, there’s a plan for that. For instance, the state of Maine offers a ten-day transit permit that functions as a temporary registration.

And that would have been great for me, but the flimsy transit plate blew clean off the car somewhere in South Carolina only a few hours into my trip from Atlanta to Maine. So I got out the screwdriver and put on my old Georgia tag and hoped for the best.

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All the way done

The other day, I had the longest day of driving I’ve ever experienced, and I did it solo.

I hit the road at 6:30 AM and reached my destination at around 9:30 PM, with a little over an hour’s worth of stops.

Miraculously, I was never drowsy and didn’t get too hungry. My energy was good the whole time. I had the option of stopping, but I just felt like driving. By the time night fell, I was so close to the end that the momentum carried me along.

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Fudging and hedging

After months of being too bummed out to even look at the numbers, I started budgeting again properly in January.

Of course, numbers are numbers. They are what they are, without emotion. Whether I choose to examine them or not doesn’t change their reality. But if I didn’t pay attention too closely, I didn’t have to deal with them. I didn’t have to deal with reality.

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Add some vegetables

When we have a moment of clarity after a period of confusion, some of us want to completely overhaul our lives.

We’re like Patty White Bull, who awoke after having spent sixteen years in a state of unconsciousness and asserted that she was going to take up running. During the brief window in which we can see so easily what needs to be changed, we want to change it all.

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Listening for the little voice that says, "Step away from the device"

When I wake up in the morning, if I have been unwise enough to charge my phone beside my bed overnight, my phone is the first thing that I reach for in the morning. After all, it’s my alarm clock, my weather report, and my connection to everything else in the outside world.

It’s also huge distraction. Every morning, under such circumstances, I have to be aware that every moment spent looking at my phone is another moment in which the traffic is stacking up outside; I’m not only delaying my arrival at my office, I’m increasing the total amount of time that I will spend commuting. Unfortunately, my phone is set up so as to increase the perceived rewards of engaging with it and to decrease the sense of immediacy I have about my obligations. With every click and swipe, I get a little hit of dopamine that creates a conflict: Will I listen to the little voice inside the tells me it’s time to put down the phone and go, or will I linger and keep hunting for the next thing that will give me that little neurotransmitter high?

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