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I never thought of myself as a perfectionist, but given how I relentlessly (and sometimes, needlessly) push myself so hard, I think I just might be one.

And I don’t like it one bit.

Everybody tells me to take it easy but when you know and have experienced what you are capable of, you don’t stop. It’s getting harder for me to draw the line between challenging my abilities and deciding, hey, maybe it’s good enough.

I haven’t had a proper mental break since PI started. By mental break I mean to not think about anything. To enjoy and to live in the moment. It frustrates me to no end that work occupies 90% of my thoughts but ironically it’s an excellent distraction from other more… introspective thoughts. What I really need now is some peace and quiet.

1.19am. Should I sleep and panic eight hours later or should I try to extract myself from this untimely creative rut?