A Felix and Fanny discovery, my personal nightmare, and Ted Lasso's spiritual heir

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Today’s post will be short-ish, because I am exhausted—not necessarily because anything big happened, but because I let a lot of self-inflicted panic and anxiety pile up like dry tinder and when my list of things to do grew just a tiny bit beyond what felt doable, it was like throwing a lit match on the pile.

I don’t know what to do with the frustrating knowledge that I get my best, most productive practicing when I completely disregard any work or tasks that aren’t practicing, and I do my best, most productive writing when I completely disregard any work or tasks that aren’t writing. Choosing one and having a really good work day for that thing means 1) the other thing doesn’t get done, and 2) the little errands and tasks that I need to do through the day to keep the rest of my life going—including feeding myself on time—don’t get done.