The hill I will die on is actually a blue ocean

The act of traveling comes pre-set with a terrifying and amazing feature: The ability to bend space and time. Why is it, whether you’re on a beach or away on business, that it is SO hard to keep track of what day it is?

Scheduling is top of mind for me because I’m at a conference right now (which is why this newsletter is coming out a bit later than it normally does - hello again, consequences of my own decisions)!

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Lucky for me, this conference is in the Caribbean. But before you think my life is too glamorous, please picture me exactly as I am. Which is typing like a madwoman while realising that my laptop is dying while also remembering that I forgot to each lunch and feeling ever more stressed that this is now barely going to make it into any European inboxes before bedtime and definitely not into any American inboxes until at least the commute/happy hour time. SORRY!

Why so manic, you ask? Not because I woke up this morning, checked out the view, and decided to punt today’s topic in exchange for one about oceans. In reality, this topic (which is actually about mindset, not marine biology) has been the topic, and indeed the theme, of August, for weeks.