Cancer
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art. Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. To interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world—in order to set up a shadow world of meanings.
Susan Sontag
The routine that no longer fits was once the exact right size for who you were when you built it. You can feel the mismatch now in small daily frictions, the way you have to push slightly harder to make the old pattern work, the way it leaves you more tired than it should. What feels like failure is actually growth outgrowing its first container. The routine served you well enough to change you, and now the change is asking for something new. You do not have to apologize for needing different rhythms than you needed six months ago.