The Deep Work

But it wasn’t easy.

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There were days I questioned everything.

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Days I missed home.

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Days I felt torn between two lives:

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The trainer everyone knew in California…

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and the man trying to keep a promise to his brother.

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Most of my days became quiet.

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No distractions.

No noise.

No constant movement.

Just me…

my thoughts…

and a lot of time to reflect.

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I started journaling more.

Reading more.

Thinking more.

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Trying to understand who I was becoming through all of this.

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It was just me…

my pen…

and my notebook…

trying to figure things out.

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Over time…

those ordinary quiet days started changing me.

I became more grounded.

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More patient.

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More intentional.

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And somewhere in that silence…

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I began to trust myself again.