Usually drive is the one thing that I do have. It is the one thing that pushes me forwards and fuels my workaholism beyond the bounds of normality. That drive allows me to do a great many things that most do not dream of, however, that drive is not infinite. I have been in a course over the past week and after 8 hours of classroom learning it is hard to keep working. I still usually end up coming home and putting in another hour or two to try and stay on top of e-mail and whatnot, but it is hard.
With the recent everyone is dying problem my drive has decreased further. I am still working an hour or two after the course but it is getting harder. Hopefully my drive will return soon as my tears turn to smiles and I will back to my usual workaholic self.
I have many projects on the go that require my attention... if only I had any attention left to give...
We all walk. We walk wherever we are. That wherever changes from time to time, and so changes where we walk. Often our walks are domestic, but these are the tales of every step of foreign soil.
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