I flew out of the gates this morning having slept well, for once, despite having ripped no fewer than 7 espressos yesterday.
What? It was raining.
I’m feeling behind on a few things and it’s stressing me out. I sit with this feeling—like my therapist told me to—staring at my desk.
It’s not helpful.
A standard case of knowing what needs to be done yet not doing it. A story written billions of times already.
Welcome to my life as a behavioral scientist: knowing why we do stupid things yet doing them anyway.
Hello, hi.
I open some more tabs, preparing for takeoff, making a mental plan of attack.
Instead I get up and have another espresso.