Muddle.

“I can’t muddle it out sitting here in my kitchen with mounds of dirty dishes staring at me, reproaching me for time spent navel-gazing when there’s real work to be done. To escape their meddling, I wrap the whole matter up in my bandanna and put on my hiking boots. Hoist the bindle to my shoulder and carry my burden out to the sages. I climb the highest hill I can muster without donning a safety harness, and plop my pack down under the shade of the council grove, allowing every ounce of terror to spill out onto the ground.”

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