All month I’ve been trying to resist this urge. The urge to account. Account for my time.
The whole principle of accounting is something I find to be utter rubbish, and yet, every year I find myself attempting to embrace it. As though accounting for one’s time has the power to make it more real.
In an attempt to fe…
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