If your Ford had a Matthew McConaughey, it would be a Lincoln

I'm already three hours late for work.

And I sit here at home, with no urgency. Luckily my first appointment isn’t for another two hours, but there is a butt-ton of paperwork in my office, and a digital mountain of plan quotes sitting in my inbox.

My vacation did not that the usual therapeutic affects. I took one because I felt burnt out. Having been back a month or two, I feel about the same. “Maybe it’s me,” I used to think. Now I’m like, “... Maybe it’s the job."

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