I hate to say it, but your way isn’t going to work. There is nothing wrong with your way, you don’t slack off too much (unless you actually slack off too much), you’re not in the wrong place, and the deck isn’t stacked against you.
I leave things behind. I drop them because they don’t serve me. Cigarettes. Sugar in coffee. Takers. Boy bai. All yall. I need to hunt. I need to sink my teeth into my reward after a long, hot, arduous pursuit. It’s about the grind.
