I had whole weeks once
that felt completely full
and produced nothing I could point to.
Meetings. Messages. Motion.
Tired every night, with nothing built.
I’d been measuring the wrong thing.
I was counting hours in the chair,
as if sitting longer was the same as doing more.
So I changed the question.
Not “how long did I work today,”
but “what exists now that didn’t this morning?”
Some short days answered that loudly.
Some long ones answered with silence.
The chair time was never the point.
Now I count the output.
That number doesn’t let me lie to myself.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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