I feel this epiphany bubbling at the surface. Pushing against my breastbone. Trying to break free with an actual Aha.
It has something to do with scale and management. Something about go big or go home. Something about how to do that.
Man, I hate this.
It’s almost like a repressed memory.
Okay, here’s what I do. Nothing.
Okay, that’s a lie. Here’s what I really do. I pick at it like a scab until I’m so sore that I make something up and call it the answer.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… No epiphany yet. The feeling gets stronger and stronger, though. The feeling that there’s an answer. I just don’t have the wherewithal to reveal it.