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I’ll be 29 in a matter of weeks, and I can’t remember where 28 went.
Sure, I’m proud of all the projects I’ve worked on over the past 52-ish odd weeks. I raised 6K on Kickstarter. I made the hard decision [with my partner in slime Vandermolen] to merge all of the arms of our messy media projects under one roof. My first short film is getting ready for the film festival circuit. The first part of my new graphic novel is coming in a few months. I can’t wait to send all these things into the world this fall. But looking over the past year, I’ve felt more “busy” than “productive.”
There are studies that support the fact that humans can’t truly multitask, just bounce between a series of tasks at high speeds. There are plenty more studies that weigh in on whether that’s a pro or a con. All I can say is that I spent the last week in northern Michigan where time slides at a glacial pace despite your best efforts. And I felt…in control.
I don’t think I’m very good at multitasking, a buzz word companies use to squeeze more work out of employees despite the quality of that work. So I’m going to stop doing it. One thing at a time.
After all, it still is the Willennium: