My mom used to tell me that I had eyes bigger than my stomach as she watched me fill my dinner plate.
I always took it as a compliment.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to have big eyes and a small stomach?
Now that I’m older, not much has changed.
I’m still piling.
Only, instead of food, I’m piling work.
Lots and lots of work keeps getting piled onto a proverbial plate.
I can’t stop.
I can’t say no.
I don’t want to say no.
I like working.
I like doing.
It’s making me smarter.
It’s making me better.
This blog is a perfect example of extra work I decided to add onto an already monumental pile.
It should have caused a collapse.
But it didn’t.
Sometimes, things meant to spill can actually fulfill.
This blog was one of those times.
This brings me to blogging lesson number six: it’s perfectly okay to have big eyes.
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