(2025mar22) Lately I’ve been feeling in need of relief. I think a lot of this comes from the fact that my wife and I have been raising our 17mo toddler with very minimal external help– occasionally we pop by our parents’ place, but other than that we’re basically full-time, full-contact parents 24/7. It’s been the joy of our life, and in many ways actually easier than I was expecting, but there’s also a particular way in which it’s difficult that makes it very disruptive. It’s hard to do anything. If, like me, you depended on long periods of uninterrupted time in order to daydream and dilly-dally in exploratory phases, you will likely find that a baby makes that near-impossible. My thoughts have become much more fragmented. My writing has become much more fragmented. I don’t have much clarity about what I’m doing. Most of the past couple of years has just been about surviving each day.

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