if I can’t condense all the info, this paper will be like fifty pages long, and it’s only supposed to be three thousand words, and I don’t know how to streamline all the ideas, and—” “Breathe,” he orders. I stop and do what he says. The oxygen clears my brain a little. “You’re letting yourself get carried away again. You need to go one step at a time.” “I’m trying. That’s the point of the stupid sticky notes, to break it all down.” “How about talking it out? Does that ever help?” I nod slowly. “Yeah.
