The battle against Resistance
Or, anything that keeps us from GSD (Getting Shit Done)
I can be a slow learner. A few weeks ago, I suddenly realized that I am in, at best, my last quarter or third of life. That is, if I’m very, very lucky and beat my terrible genetic odds. I’m 65. Neither of my parents made it to 70.
It was like a thunderbolt, this realization that time was dribbling out of the hourglass. I have more things to say and l…