The Bloody Doors Off

I had a lame dad joke to tell.

Thought better of it.

Work is picking up. I’ll be juggling two or three clients for the next week

Kinda nervous about that. Don’t know why. I’ve juggled more in tighter deadlines. It’s straight-forward, meat-and-potatoes work too. Nothing mentally taxing. Time-consuming, sure. Bring it on, I say.

(Did that seem confident to you? I’m trying to exude authority. Maybe then I’ll believe it.)

Huh. There’s a pattern there. Any time I start a new contract, my anxiety ramps up. Self-doubt rears it’s ugly head. Harold whispers bitter barbs. But then I start the work. Where possible, I develop a rhythm. Especially if the ask is repetitive, which one of these projects will be. Once we/they iron out a bug in the template.

Meh. I haven’t got anything interesting to say.

Back to your regularly scheduled program, citizen.