And then there was a Friday where–having been reflecting on why I needed 15 hours to clock seven toward quota the night before, how this seems to happen a couple times a week, and how might I best broach the subject with management–management asks the whole team to weigh in on workload, out of band effort, and how we can all avoid burnout.

Parallel is proving everything I expected. And nothing at all what I expected. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced. It feels worth it.

Not Feeling It

And yet, the most productive Monday in weeks. Go figure.

In the past, there’s no way I would have gone to work, feeling the way I did today. But I knew I had a lot of work to do. I had deadlines to meet. And I knew everyone else was pushing themselves just hard if not harder. I still wish I could have stayed home in bed. I still don’t feel well, but I’m going for a walk after dinner, and then to bed as early as possible tonight.

Tomorrow is a new day. People are counting on us.

14-hour Day

For a while, there, I didn’t think I was gonna make it. But I got after it and hit it hard. Come 730PM I actually had to tell myself, “Enough. Walk away.”

This week ended up being harder than I expected, but it felt like a strong finish on this note. I could not have accomplished so much in this time, were it not for the alignment of work, skill, and passion.