I really don’t want to write now. Not after 12 hours creating for work. It’s a well established pattern of putting anything possible in front of this daily task. By tiring myself, my body, and depleting all great energy I have in the morning I am ensuring the worst performance possible when, then, at the end of the day, I write these tired notes. It’s really me fighting another version of me. I want to write but I don’t’t want to write. Both of them are alive and fighting all the time.

But today, my dear opposite me, I won.