Last week I spent every waking moment coding Myrme. I haven’t been this consumed by flow in years. I even thought I permanently lost that ability. But, *does prayer dance*, that turned out to be false. I could never order myself to get into the state of flow. Like falling in love or falling in general, it’s something that happens to you rather than something you decide to do. A mysterious force either takes you or doesn’t. Last week it did.