I Don’t Know About You, but I’m Feeling Tired
Although I think I’ve found a solution (and it isn’t AI)
It’s Sunday afternoon in mid-October. My wife and I just bought pumpkins to put outside the house. After writing this story, I’ll pull out the Halloween decorations from the attic and start carving. I have some wild and creative ideas for carving the pumpkins. We’re late this year.
It feels like I only just got rid of last year’s pumpkins. I am streaming The Dark Side of the Moon. Pink Floyd was right: “Each year is getting shorter.” Time does seem to move much faster as you get older.
My mind drifts to tomorrow, Monday.
At 6 a.m., the alarm will go off. I’ll probably have a restless night with weird dreams again. These dreams have been so realistic lately. I am attending crazy meetings, answering the strangest questions, and working on documents, contracts, and policies that don’t make sense. I never sleep well on Sundays. I guess it’s the dread of Monday — the start of another week.
Work has changed over the last five years. It has become a constant flow of emails and other messages. It has become more and more difficult to find the time to think, to be creative. Every day feels like a rollercoaster ride.
