I think I knew this summer would be mentally exhausting. But I underestimated to the extent this would happen. I expected to write more and read more, but those things take a lot of discipline from me…more the writing than the reading. I’ve blazed through books, but I’ve found it almost impossible to focus on writing anything substantive.
I have no idea what any of this means, but I think I’m probably annoyed by how much energy I’m putting into things that I can’t really see any long-term benefit to. Maybe the good news is, this summer has put on display my work ethic. I have a great deal of confidence in my abilities when the circumstances are tailored for me to succeed.
In other words, I get into a role where I can do great things and where I’m supported to this end. I’ve seen both sides of this, but I’ve never been able to articulate this before. Some roles are tailor made for you to succeed, but success is elusive when you’re not aware of your strengths or how to better improve on the areas where you’re not as strong.
I feel like going forward, there are lessons that will emerge that I’ve yet to make sense of at this very moment.