The last ten days or so have been like running a triathalon and doing so while trying to keep up with the Kenyans in the marathon, Lance Armstrong in the bike race, and Michael Phelps in the water. There were three critical, like, “Scotty I need warp speed in three minutes or we’re all dead!” deadlines, plus a whole huge other longer term project, plus, you know, the usual day in, day out operations stuff.
Needless to say, I’m a little short on sleep. And there were moments when I had doubts. But the three critical deadlines all get met, the other big project is being picked back up but at a more “normal” rate, and the operations thing keeps chugging along.
One dictionary definition of a “plateau” is, “a relatively stable level, period, or state.” I’m there. This evening I’ve been just watching a baseball game, fighting off that nagging feeling that I MUST be missing something critical if I’m not going 100 miles an hour.
It’s fine. The 10-day long adrenaline high will fade.
There will be a ton of more work, and new deadlines, and new crises. But I (and the amazing team of folks I work with, I’m no freaking solo superhero) have shown once again that we can get the job done. We’ll deal with those deadlines and crises.
Tonight however, I will sleep. A little bit, at least.
Now if I could just get a better, final solution to the multiple plumbing problems in this #*#$%$&!# rental house…
The semi-random picture isn’t really a plateau, more like a hill. Close enough for government work!
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