I’ve been knee deep. Up to my eyeballs. Swimming in it.

No, I’m not up shit’s creek. No need for a paddle.

I’ve just been consumed.

The way I’m using my mind is a way I’m not fully used to. Not to this extent anyway.

It’s been good. Feels satisfying.

I suspect that will be even more true when the finish line is crossed.

Well, the first finish line, anyway. This is more like a decathlon than a marathon.

I’m good with it.

I feel alive in it.

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