A view from Saturday on Tuesday's with Maury.

 Sometimes, Monday's bring a dearth of ideas and motivation. I think this week has the makings of a slow cumbersome burn. I will spend the week fighting an uphill battle to achieve the bare minimum I am able to achieve some weeks by a Tuesday morning. Sometimes this bothers me, other times I don't even think about such things.

I do wonder if there are things we can do to help push off the potential failures. People always claim meditation or preparation are key to succeeding even in the face of troubles. Does my resistance to these methods doom me to failure on a C-Suite level? Am I cursed to spend eternity plodding away at mid and low level jobs?

Is the world and you and I live in just a bunch of people lying to everyone about their successes? Is everyone just filled with carp and the ones who succeed just purely lucky?

how do you overcome your slow starts

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