…on the end of the year, and like every year, the wheels are starting to come off.
I’m not sure what it is that leads to the fatigue that we all feel towards the end of the year, but it’s here again. I’ve been trying to fight it off- but I’m having some trouble. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve chosen a sleepy summertime novel (To Kill a Mockingbird, btw) to end the year, and it’s lulling me in, or if I’m somehow not as creative right now with cool new projects.
I’d like to blame the very warm early, early spring we had- I’d love to say that because they were exposed to summer to early, they’ve already shifted to that mindset.
But I’m not sure that’s true.
What I fear, and what I’m starting to think might be the actual reason for the fall-off, is this: We don’t have enough variety in what we do. If we were a restaurant that you were eating at for 185 days, we’d have a menu that is too short and we’d be sick of everything on it. Almost every activity that we do is based in the same sort of physical space- sitting at desks and whatnot. Almost every activity involves writing things down in what looks an awful lot like analytical writing. It doesn’t seem to matter much what subject we’re talking about, it all sort of looks the same.
I’m wondering if now is the time of year to bust out the left field jams. The wacky stuff. If we’re a dinner serving hamburgers and fries, now’s the time to announce that we’re dabbling in molecular gastronomy. We’re adding tuna tartar with an avocado foam and sesame crisp.
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