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I'm doing some work for an old friend of mine.

His situation is interesting. Not too long ago, he lost his job and got divorced, and otherwise his life got pretty screwed up and off-track.

He left the United States, took a job below his old skill level for a while, and then stopped that and started a company. Now he's living an exceptional life, and on the verge of making a lot of money.

I thought that was awesome, and I was quite happy for him. After we'd gotten done going through a lot of numbers, choosing some vendors, designing some systems, and otherwise figuring business out on the phone, we talked personal life. I said, "Man, I'm so happy for you. So much is going right. Congratulations."

He wasn't excited. He was a little worried.

A Reasonable Conversation

It was one of those days where I felt like I got hit with a truck.

It's the first day I cut my caffeine consumption this low (200mg, from 400mg). The day was stacked with high leverage calls, and I had a reasonably large amount of work to do besides it. I dropped my normal routine of going for a light walk to a Chinese restaurant to eat and write followed by the gym, and instead choose to run the stairs at the apartment building and stay in to save time.

That might have been a mistake -- caught up inside all day, lower caffeine than baseline, moderately low sleep, stacked day...

Around 8PM (with my next call to wake up for at 4AM), I started to say to myself, "You know, maybe I'm just not feeling it right now. I've got 90 to 150 minutes of more work to do, at least, but maybe it'd be smart to sleep... I've felt flat all day, maybe I'm coming down with something. Maybe..."

--but then I realized I was having "The Quitting Conversation."

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