I was flying down Rte 1 at 6:30 this morning. I got into NYC in no time flat and gave a quick little presentation. Once it finished, I jumped into a car with a colleague and we drove to southern NJ. By 3:00 I was home and trying to return my voicemails. It’s now 6 and I really want to get some work done– work that I’ve been putting off for days. I don’t know why I find myself so paralyzed. I am always so relieved once the work is done but just getting started is so difficult. I am strange, I guess.