August 16, 2021
I try to write this daily dispatch about the most important work that I have achieved during that day. As part of this process, I have realized that it has been quite a few days since I legitimately had a productive day. It has not been a string of merely mediocre days. It has been a barren wasteland for almost a week. I have achieved absolutely nothing beyond the bare minimal required for survival. Maybe that is a little overly dramatic. Don’t worry, we have not experienced any devastating tragedies. It’s been a range of issues that have combined to consume all my available resources. I have been sucked dry by family drama, medical emergencies, failures to communicate, logistical oversights, and cat vomit inches from my sleeping head in the middle of the night. At some point it will all be fine. It has been almost a week since I practiced my craft. I am hoping that tomorrow’s dispatch will be a glowing report about my mountains of accomplishments. Maybe I will pour out a river of sweat and tears to produce a truly magnificent masterpiece. The truth is that when life comes to a grinding halt, getting restarted tends to happen in fits and starts. Tomorrow, I will do my best to sit down and do the work, some work, or any amount of work.