not your magnum opus, babe
I remember sitting in a coffee shop, staring at my doctoral dissertation draft, a sick weight settling in my stomach. At one point, I was working three jobs, planning a wedding, and trying to finish a PhD...all at the same time. When I wasn’t writing, I felt guilty. When I WAS writing, I felt like I was drowning. There was just too much to do and never enough time to do it well. I’d open Google Docs and scroll through dozens of pages, rewriting a paragraph here, jumping to a different section...