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After You Drop Your Balls
Is it finally happening? I can hear you asking after reading that headline. Is Zach finally going to join the league of excellent Medium writers who write about their sex lives?
No. I don’t have a sex life, and the title is a metaphor. Moving on.
Over the years, I’ve become a master of pushing through — being tired, being exhausted, not feeling particularly well, but still getting up and doing whatever I have to do.
And there are some days where that just doesn’t happen.
I get so used to feeling my usually vaguely crappy, that it’s easy to forget what it’s like to be well and truly sick. Like all-out fever and chills sick, complete with a giant anthropomorphic frog telling me that I should drink more water.
At least, that’s what I think was going on. The details are kind of fuzzy.
Most of the time, I don’t feel all that productive. I’m overwhelmed with the sense that I could be doing more with my life, and that’s definitely true. But coming back to my computer after a couple of days of being so sick that I haven’t done anything gave me a new appreciation for how much I manage to accomplish on a daily basis.
Because once I stop the juggling act and let everything pile up, it piles up fast.
