Trying out these 10 minute assemblies of ephemeric thoughtlets thought in various workblock interstices, a whenever/whatever chance to let my brain drift within a controlled timeframe so: there comes a moment when you are left with no choice but to accept the reality that the moment has come to stop resisting what the rhythm of The Work demands because The Work will ALWAYS know its needs better than you, no matter how often you attempt to delude yourself – especially if you are, like me, an expert at deluding yourself into illusions of control: this is my great talent, a great talent as delusionally useless and/or uselessly delusional as being "results-oriented," but I am using LinkedIn again so shudder.