Focus, Davidson. Focus.
Having a lot of trouble focusing, my mind skittering around the edges of what's to be done. Feels like personal failure. I'm a little sad, caught here outside the perimeter, alone.
In the grand scheme of things I know I'm one of the luckiest people alive, that This Too Shall Pass, but it's just not a great Sunday morning.
On the one hand, I believe that good things require some amount of pain and sacrifice — A Grand Don't Come for Free, after all — I also believe that the most important thing is to stop struggling.
When struggling, there's a pretty good chance that "You're Doing It Wrong."
Not sure how to do it right though.
Not super happy that Rina is moving to London next week.
Not feeling very much in the flow, or where to go to get picked back up into the stream.
For the moment, it's a world of TODOs and trying the best you can, trying the best you can, hoping the best you can is good enough.