I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t get dressed. I didn’t eat lunch. It is only a charitable definition that allows me to say I ate dinner. I wore an RCAH t-shirt and I got to work.
There is something wonderful and weighty about the type of focus that allows you to skip meals without noticing. I was so lasered in on Google Docing and Powerpointing and Photoshopping and Illustrating that 11 in the morning turned into 10 in the evening without any intervening stops. I don’t have much to say except that this feels good too, this feeling of having started the day with one objective in mind and, after an appropriate amount of foot dragging, having chipped away at it until it was done, finished, finito. I made a map and I mapped a presentation and then I looked up at the clock and felt nothing. This is a type of day that is hard to regret.
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