So many things. Emails keep stacking up. Reading that still needs to be done. Or rather, wants to be done. Nothing ever must be done, there’s always a choice. The option to not do things is always there.
Still, there are so many things that can be done. It’s a little hard to not feel an obligation to do them all. Not because I must, but more so because I want to. So many things.
Do they make sense? These things? Do they strengthen each other? Are they supporting a greater cause? Or do I scatter myself too much? I can’t tell. Not right now. Does that matter?
I’m having fun with it. I’m being cautious with it. I’m making informed decisions. I should be fine. Still, if there is indeed a greater cause, what then is the plan? I do not know. I’m sure things will unfold, eventually. They will present themselves as one. As long as I just keep doing things.
So many things.