This summer, I’ve made it a priority to really slow time down. Over the past two years, I’ve realized that my output was inversely proportional to my experiences — meaning that as I did more “work”, I unfortunately sacrificed on the experiences I could’ve had instead. I mean it could work both ways, but it was more often the former than the latter. COVID has really exacerbated that reality, limiting the experiences I could exploit. Resultantly, time flew by — “work” was something that I would wake up doing and fall asleep to. The past year and a bit was a blur, with all I can recall being longer stretches of projects sprinkled with those few days of spontaneity.