My sleeves have been rolled up for years, duking it out with time and energy for success in work, friendships, and love. It's not easy to invest in all three (not to mention family and fitness) and still collect dividends.
I stumbled upon this poem, and convincing as it is, I hate to think that he's right. I still think I'll catch my opponents with a haymaker and find the perfect balance.
The New Yorker, May 18, 1998, via
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