The long game, quietly
Nobody claps for year three. That is exactly why year three is where it starts to work.
Nobody claps for year three. That is exactly why year three is where it starts to work.
The unglamorous stretch where every project goes to die — and the only trick I know for surviving it.
The thing I was ashamed of taught me more than the three polished things before it.
The first two hours are the whole day. What I protect them from, and why nothing else works if they go.