On Dropping Balls

Oof, this one’s rough. But it’s *worth* it. I remember too clearly that heading-for-burnout mental state where everything felt urgent, everything felt critical, nothing felt like something I could afford to drop. I used to make records of my time, trying to justify (to who?) why I felt so exhausted: See! Look! No spare time, not even 5 minutes! I *can’t* employ XYZ strategy, I don’t have *time*!

And, to be fair, the things I’m talking about weren’t all of my own making: hard deadlines for...