
This year has been beautiful.
I was trying to reach a new level of pressure and stress. I wanted to push my limits, to see how hard and diligent I could work, how much pressure I could handle. How far could my body go with very little sleep and sanity? What work could I crank out in only eight months?
There's a very small part of me that wants to break. I want it to fall apart so that I can find a place to rest.
But I've been resilient, and we keep running and moving. There is no rest. Even during sleep, I prepare for the next task.
Once this is done, I'll take a day off - and then tackle my next project. I still haven't reached my threshold, and I'll keep pushing until I reach it.