Closing in on 10am. Weeding the important from the noise. Cutting sessions to planned size. The challenges of appointments that take too long and keep too many people involved, still. And the troubles of finding answers without deviating into sidelines. Nothing new, yet never getting much easier.
Communication as an amorphous issue to address. Getting clear on responsibilities, roles and skills. And early on noticing how much availability of tools early in this can get into way of things pretty much. An illusion of equality that sometimes leads nowhere.
10am and on. Short time slices, few moments in between to switch thoughts, tools, mental clothes. From wrestling technology to sensing the mood of a call in what isn't being said. And ones own odd responses to written text, speficially the sound between the lines. Imposter raises its head, attracted, interested. Back to normal again.
10am and on. Timelines and items to place on these. Also: Uneven ground at best. And fragile terrain at worst. Paving ways, negotiating fences and delimiters. Slowly seeing clearer lines in fog. Pondering complexity costs of disruptions and the unaddressed yet disputable value of experience.
4pm and slowly on. Stuck between different lines of communication again. Flooded with way too much knowledge to come up with an unbiased decision. And also struggling hard to keep gut feelings out of the way of these. Whenever complexity is reduced too much without honouring, important aspects are lost no matter whether it's about ending up with words or numbers.