I’ve figured out a workable plan for now.

I need my alone time and this work provides it.

I can sort out my thoughts. Get them on paper. And take action.

The feeling is liberating.

At my small desk cluttered with the weekend’s garbage, I work.

I write. Think. Analyze. And rewrite.

How did I know this was it? The right thing to do. What I wanted to spend my time on.

Because after a 12-hour workday, I get home tired. Yet once I get into my space.

The energy starts flowing. The music is beating in my ears. And I lose track of time.

Laser focused and diffused thinking.

I know what this feeling is, I’m in the zone.

Sometimes I come out of my trance and the clock reads 1:30AM. Shit, I have to be up in 4 hours.

And the next day. I wake up like a superhero. Recharged and relaxed. Why?

Because I’m doing the work I was meant to do. I love it. And it’s not the time. It’s the work, output, and creativity.

I love that feeling.

For the love of the game.