I'm posting from the middle of Union Square in San Francisco. The sun's warming my back; the slightest breeze is keeping me from overheating. Conditions are perfect. Everything is perfect.
But then perfection is a so easy to handle when its natural — so easy that it's hard to trust it.
Most of the time, I'm at work, walking the tight rope that is perfection and just getting it done. Trusting myself enough to sit here and soak up perfect conditions is making me light headed. I'm trying to ignore the niggling sense that I should leave it — and just find something and get it done.
But I've persevered, and won.
The co-worker I am travelling with had to leave this perfect condition to "get something done". I asked him what he had to do. And he said, "I dunno – something — I should get some shopping done."
I said fine. I'll meet you back at the hotel in an hour. I'm going to sit here for a while. Go have fun getting something done.
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