If the world ends next week, there’s no point in doing anything. If the world isn’t ending next week, there’s no reason to rush.
On a walk with one of my close friends, they confessed that what overwhelms them isn’t the amount of writing, but the quiet, persistent feeling that they haven't written enough. It wasn’t about productivity, exactly; it was about identity. Some invisible metric, some unspoken tribunal in their mind, seemed to…
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