On Overcommitment

My calendar looks like someone threw up on it.

This is not a complaint. It’s not a humble brag. It is a fact. I am an overcommitter. I’m even somewhat unrepentant about it.

My calendar, with its amalgam of colored blocks, color coding, electronics, paper, and bright-eyed hopefulness that each entry will be accomplished looks… scary. For whatever reason, my brain likens it to those mysterious, multi-colored surprisesĀ on the sidewalk you’d rather walk aroundĀ than step on.

A screencap of my calendar, indicating that almost all of my free time is taken up. The only real open time is on Tuesday afternoon.
This is a pretty light week, meeting-wise.

Zoinks.

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