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.
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.
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.