Imagine like… a fully transparent bus full of people, just a bunch of people sitting on nothing in a group flying through the air. If that was normal, that would be… normal. We wouldn’t question it, we’d just be so cool with that happening.
And that’s the exact feeling I get a lot throughout my day.
Some days, like once every two years, you actually do it by accident; you come in, get shit done all day, and you get like a months amount of work done.
And then you get all nervous that someone might find out and set new expectations for you, so you have to kind of spread out the results of the work you did on that miracle day.