It’s always felt weird to me to think about starting over. Maybe it’s because there’s always an element of uncertainty about whether the act of starting over is worth it? I mean, of course it’s worth it. It’s just that I’ve only so many hours in a day and it very much feels like at this exact moment in time that I’ve one hundred different things that I need to get done but each micro task I need to complete has (at least) one task that needs doing before I can do the original work that needs to be done.
For example, I’ve been working on a message to send to a potential client but keep getting interrupted and/or distracted by a variety of things related to sending it and it’s now after midnight and I just realized that I don’t even have this person’s email address.
Fuck. My. Life.
Hello, my name is Julie Grayson and I am a one-woman empire, who is also a hot mess.
