Even now at 11:28 on a Saturday Night I realize that productive level is waxing. I’m heading towards a level of productivity that shatter adequacy and pulls me out of the summer-long slump I’ve been in. The production thus far has manifested around the house–Yardwork, Painting rooms, designing a study space for the kids. The whole thing is about finding a space that is most conducive for work while maintaining a baseline level of joy within my life to be the person I hope I am.
Of course, it is terribly late and the amount of production spilling out of me has fallen to a trickle. Late night posts rarely offer much.