Keeping my hands moving. That's my sole goal at the moment. Ensuring that at any given moment, I am surrounded by things to do. Activities that keep me occupied. 7 hour shift at the coffee shop. Hundreds of tiny conversations, dozens of things I'm not required to do being done. Car rides home with all the windows down and the sunroof open and the volume of the radio up just high enough to barely hear over the ruckus of the outside winds against my eardrums. Evenings spent watching Seinfeld reruns while self-studying. Mid morning runs with my headphones blasting. If I'm silent and still I fear my heart may cease to beat.