I was all feasting and no fasting—all noise, connection, go; without rest, space, silence. I was all flash and text and motion, but inside I was so tired. I was so tired I could only hear really loud music and taste really strong flavors—more, more, more. Intensity, intensity, intensity. At one event, I licked the icing off a cupcake right as I walked onstage to speak, mouth full of sugar and butter as I walked up the steps to the podium. I lost my manners and lost my ability to slow down.
