I didn’t always realize I was doing the same things over and over again. But I did realize this: every time I went through something again, I got through it faster. Cleaner. With a little more awareness than before. Every time I sat still and tried to think my way into clarity, nothing changed. No direction. No confirmation. No progress. Just more thoughts. momentum came from having the right idea.

For a long time, I thought time was my problem. Not enough hours. Not enough margin. Not enough space to do everything I felt responsible for.