Ironically, we have become this person, and if we haven’t yet, then we report to her.
Everyone wants a breakthrough. But no one is prepared to.
It’s simply a very good time to blend in, to do what you’re told and follow orders.
Makes me want to throw up.
Maybe I just need another year or so of our son waking up (frequently), screaming uncontrollably, in unbearable pain. And a marathon round of tests revealing nothing.
Or maybe a heart attack.
Maybe then I’d remember why doing work that matters, matters.
Now!
Wow, the morning-sickness feeling is gone.
Regret that you tried and failed, or regret that you just didn’t try?