I know what I’m doing. I’m doing it well. Some bits of text are hard and it takes time to organise all the content.
It seems endless…so close to the end, and at the same time the end seems to stretch and push forward endlessly. It seems like I’ll never finish this thing. It’s a lot…and what’s the point of doing this? Suffer and enjoy at the same time, it’s not good.
But I still like what I’m doing. Love the topic. I know what is it. This should be enough to reassure me.