I’m sitting in a one-room apartment with sore arms, sweating. The A/C works – I’m just not using it. I knew I shouldn’t have pushed for those last five chin-ups, especially since I hadn’t done any for so long. I kept going anyway.
The one-room apartment? That’s just Korea.
It’s 2:00 in the morning, and I still have emails (plural) to write. My desk is covered with flashcards and peanut butter jars. All the while, I’m still piling on more.
More to do.
More to see.
More to try.
More to be.
It hit me earlier: I like too many experiments. I like too much.
