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I had one whopper of a migraine yesterday. It was a nice follow-up to a panic attack that left me exhausted…just drained of all my reserves. But as I recovered, I found the thought of spending one more minute in my cave of a bedroom (if you suffer from migraines you understand the importance of a dark, quiet space) just as nauseating as the migraine itself. So I packed my battered psyche and went to the Detroit Institute of Arts this morning.
The DIA is a very soothing place to me. And as I wandered around amongst the art I started to feel better, physically and mentally. One thing struck me though: how much I love doing things alone. Coming from a known introvert and loner this isn’t a surprise. But as I stood…
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