Yesterday, I discovered a mistake in my work so exasperating that I ended up in frustrated tears. It was a legacy mistake, something I didn’t do myself but had been affecting my world for a few years without me knowing. Because I didn’t know. And it’s my responsibility to know. Three years ago, there was a question that didn’t get asked and it’s going to have some sucky consequences.
The Blessing of Busy Days
There is simply a lot to do. A lot of urgent things. A lot of important things. And a good many that are both urgent and important.