Replaying a Tuesday conversation until Friday
It’s Friday, and part of you is still in Tuesday’s meeting. You know the one. The conversation went fine — probably fine — but there was that one…
It’s Friday, and part of you is still in Tuesday’s meeting. You know the one. The conversation went fine — probably fine — but there was that one…
When I was a boy, Sunday evenings had a feeling all of their own. The weekend would be winding down, the light going, and somewhere around early evening it…
Somewhere along the line, rest became a wage. You don’t just rest, do you? You *earn* rest. Enough jobs done, enough people looked after, enough boxes…
You remember leaving. You remember arriving. Somewhere in between, a capable adult handled twenty minutes of traffic — made the turns, stopped at the…
By now, you’ve tried everything sensible. The planners. The systems. The early starts. The course on habits, the book about discipline, the fresh Monday…
Day two. That’s usually when it shows up. You’ve made it — the leave was booked months ago, the out-of-office is on, the pool is right there. You’ve been…
For most of my life I’d have told you I wasn’t an angry person. I was quietly proud of it. Other people lost their tempers; I stayed calm. Everyone said so.…
Every so often, a day would go genuinely well. And somewhere underneath the pleasure of it, right on cue, came a low hum of unease.