I oversaw the Cub Scout Day Camp obstacle course area on Saturday, which was fun and frustrating and busy and, it felt like I was getting something done, at least. I'd forgotten how very little it feels like I accomplish in any given day here back at home. Is every day like this?
It doesn't really take much for me to feel like I'm getting something done, just a little thing each day. I'm working and thinking constantly about projects that had their inception almost a decade ago and are now maybe a few weeks away from coming to something resembling fruition-- but that doesn't feel like actual work.
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