JESSE
3:00 a.m.
I was most productive at night. I didn’t buy into this modern-day notion that you had to be an early riser and get straight to the hustle. I knew my body, what I was capable of. I’d prefer working late into the evening over dragging myself out of bed any day.
Except today was different. Today my mind was foggy, and my eyelids were heavy. I was on my fourth cup of tea, but it didn’t help much to stave off the threat of sleep. I couldn’t go to bed, though. Not when I was juggling a million things at once. A part of me was worried that if I relented and took a breather —just as Devin had been telling me to— I’d never find the strength to start back up again.
It was better this way. I’d rather barrel through, full steam ahead.
Between managing things at the firm, dealing w
