A time always comes in the day when it's: Stick a fork in me, I'm DONE! Pessimism creeps in more easily, I find myself rereading sentences and I become enveloped in a general lethargy where even the smallest work-related tasks become a nag. I used to push through this point, staying awake all night. Taking four hours to complete what would be a 60-minute project on fresh fuel.
When I finally said, "Fuck the hustle," and peeled down everything I'd created on the internet over three years of nonstop production, the overachiever in me shriveled up, and died. All that work, the endless hours, sleepless nights, self-imposed deadlines I never met . . . all went away. By my choosing! My soul got so tired of vice-gripping goals that it rolled open, loosening to the possibility of living a full life on my terms, daily naps included.
The greatest gain has been the simple joy of rest. The realization of Everyday Miracles I missed while chasing approval. And seeing my dream unveil itself step by step, moment by moment, word by word.