"Just having a rough week. Once I get through these next few days I'll be good."
"Yeah, I'm just a lot busier than usual. It's fine."
"No, it's cool - I'm just tired."
Home stretch. Two weeks till break.
Two more hours until the weekend.
Life is passing me by. I live day-by-day, week-by-week, task-by-task. Everything is just a task or event, something else for me to get through in pursuit of the next restless break.
It's not about me. It's about what's next.
Just how things are, I guess.
I've been reading Deep Work by Cal Newport (I'm not at all under the impression that I am unique in this respect. In fact, there's an entire ). I just finished a chapter early in the second part of his book, one that addresses various 'deep work philosophies': strategies to aid in consistently getting deep work in. One such philosophy is called 'the monastic philosophy'. Essentially, there's a group of writers, mathematicians, and scholars that simply lock themselves away from distraction and go for very extensive periods of focus. With some, this becomes literally their life; they very rarely do anything that is not in pursuit of their goal (whatever it may be), instead choosing to spend each day in a flow state as best they can.
I wish I could lock myself away like that. What a life.