Virginia Woolf called them ‘moments of non-being’ – the ordinary repetitions that lack the sharp details of indelible experiences. They may feel mundane, yet it’s within these rhythms that a quieter, sturdier happiness takes root

New essay up at @aeon.co about the obsession I had in my 20s for excitement -- and the fear I had of the mundane. In the piece, more on my journey to find the treasure in everyday life. aeon.co/essays/like-...