eighteen month wall
I’m definitely in a rut. Struggling to keep the momentum going. Another six-month wall.
Work. Bike. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
I wish I could get excited about, well, anything. I read the headlines and wallow further; my tiny bit of optimism that the current chaos is going to be followed by progress (as is the pattern of history) is in danger of being quashed.
Spending a whole morning arguing with lawyers and budget folks about requirement funding in the age of continuing resolutions’ll do that to you.
I still try to hope, but, y’know? It’s hard. So is listening to my own advice, though I’m going to try. A friend told me this one helped them work through some things; maybe it’ll work for me?