I tend to have a lot of projects going on at once. I bustle from one to another, stopping only for the briefest of breaks. Last week, I stayed up far too late finishing a project, and the next day I was tired. And, if I’m being honest, a little cranky.
Still, I was determined to squeeze as much work as possible into the day. I huffed around, drank some coffee, and dove back in.
I tend to have a lot of projects going on at once. I bustle from one to another, stopping only for the briefest of breaks. Last week, I stayed up far too late finishing a project, and the next day I was tired. And, if I’m being honest, a little cranky.
Still, I was determined to squeeze as much work as possible into the day. I huffed around, drank some coffee, and dove back in.
Imagine you’re driving home late at night.
The rain falls steadily, blurring the fading lines on the road.
You’re alone, feeling content, but needing to concentrate just a little harder than usual.
Your phone lies on the passenger seat next to you.
As you approach a sharp curve, it dings. A text message.
Your hand moves instinctively toward it, then stops.
You want to stay focused.
Moments later, it dings again.
And again.