This morning didn’t go the way I wanted.
Distracted. Dilute. ‘Wasted’.
Plagued by the feeling of having dropped the ball.
So I reached out to catch it. I anchored on a quick workout to ground me in my body, reached out here and on one of my communities owning the drop and the attempt to catch, and started my kill list.
I need to organize my minigames, but that’s not a job for right this second. First things first, I need to keep my family afloat, and deliver on the work.
I can solve the problem of needing to brute force my problems afterwards.