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I don’t leave my desk from lunch until the end of the day. There are Zooms, emails, plans to be made. Higher-ups to keep happy. I let my staff know not to disturb me. It’s legit. I’m busy—and overextended—as hell. By the end, my eyes hurt and I’m bleary.

And, honestly, that’s just fine. It keeps my mind from drifting to all the wrong corners. It keeps me from facing how I kind of like this veritable stranger, who kind of hates me. And not in the way it was with the few rebounds, late nights or false starts I had with other women when the breakup was brand-new.

In a way that is distracting.

So I’ll take the stress.

It keeps me from wondering about her.

TO-DO

Get your shit together.