Only writing it down when something is wrong

You reach for the page when something is wrong, so the record of your life reads as one long low-grade crisis punctuated by pottery.

Priyanka named it a month ago, not as a criticism but as an observation about where your attention goes, and you have not been able to put it down since. The correction is to write an ordinary Tuesday with no shape to it. Six clients, the dog walked twice, a lunch eaten sitting down outside for twenty minutes, a client doing well and saying so unprompted.