Life weighs, and when it does, it affects you. It’s a matter of all sorts of small things that add up, usually. And, if you’re paying attention, you make the intervention.
I’d scheduled an intervention, as it happens, because I have a lot to do in the coming months and I’m subject to a lot of other people’s schedules. Being danced around on someone else’s calendar is frustrating; being danced around on multiple calendars belonging to other people is untenable. And those schedules change because of fickle things.
Meanwhile, you’re trying to get things done and it weighs on you. You get tired of the last minute crap, of the poor communication, of being dealt with almost accidentally.
So you focus on what you need to accomplish, and you bear the weight. And at some point, you shrug.
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