There was so much I wanted to do. So much work that might have resonated better if I published it a few months or even a few weeks earlier.
But I couldn't finish it. Couldn't even start it in some cases.
I have to take a deep breath and realize that 2020 was arguably my most productive year ever.
That makes me feel better.
I just hate loose ends.
Bear with me as I clear my mind to make room for better ideas.