I used to stay busy to distract myself from thinking about unsavory truths about my life. I was always too busy to be a super attentive friend, too busy to take time for myself, too busy hustling to make things that I wanted to work on. Now I’ve run out of excuses. There’s nothing but time in the world to do the things I’ve always convinced myself I didn’t have time for. I’ve been forced to be honest with myself about all of the deflections that consoled me. This quarantine period is a time to reckon with those work habits that are less that satisfactory and to improve my art of follow through and experimentation.