A few years ago, my days were an utter mess. Not in a dramatic way. On the surface, things were getting done and I was hitting all the deadlines I needed to hit. But underneath the calm waters of seeming productive output, I knew the truth. Every single thing felt reactive, as though I was always slightly behind on every project, always catching up, always ending the week with a list of things that were supposed to happen but didn't. To be honest, I put it down to not having