For the first time, I'm not convinced that working more will help me succeed more. For one, I don't know if I can work much more. I'm working as much as my energy sustainably allows, and I'm busy the rest of the time too. I keep being mad I can't fit in more work, but it just doesn't fit. And I cant work too much smarter, even though I always can. And I'm at a pretty good spot in life, so I'm not so very hungry for something else. I have a job I enjoy, I live in San Francisco, I have a fair income, and a good girlfriend, and good friends. Everything I try to get more of, I have to give up something else i cherish. I can devote to being more present, and cutting out waste, but there isn't a lot to cut. I think I'm in a sweet spot in life, and I ride it. I continue to do good work, but I'm here. I always want something to strive and sacrifice for, but i don't have that now. But things could always get busier.
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