It was too good to last. The last few weeks I experienced a phase that could be appropriately described as a vacation. That is, if I hadn't been using that time to convalesce after fresh battle scars from the months gone past.
It had seemed I may have had a quiet summer after all.
Not anymore.
I am back to the hard grind. And I mean hard grind. I need to finish an important piece of work tonight. Can I complete it? I am not sure. Is my mind in the right place? Not at all. That generally means a night long journey battling the demons of genuine obstacles in the work, and the protesting brain that wants to eschew all the burden and declare freedom.
Intractable work coupled with an intransigent mind. A beautiful blend.
Back to work.
It had seemed I may have had a quiet summer after all.
Not anymore.
I am back to the hard grind. And I mean hard grind. I need to finish an important piece of work tonight. Can I complete it? I am not sure. Is my mind in the right place? Not at all. That generally means a night long journey battling the demons of genuine obstacles in the work, and the protesting brain that wants to eschew all the burden and declare freedom.
Intractable work coupled with an intransigent mind. A beautiful blend.
Back to work.
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