Writing Big Year: Head down, old boy

Pressure, pressure, pressure, most of it self-imposed. I’m working away from home next week, there’s a ton of minor tasks to complete for that to happen, I’m pushing hard at data catch-ups, the material is complex, my head hurts, my heart hurts, why aren’t there more hours in the day?

It’s always the same. I breathe deep and long. Time to slow, time to patiently address one job after another. It’s always the same.

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