I have been thinking a lot these day about the concept of bandwidth and how little of it I really have. My job eats up most of it these days and has done so, I can see now, for a couple of years.

Writing requires bandwidth: to read, to reflect, to scribble, to draft, to rewrite, to edit. All that requires bandwidth that has just not been there.

And yet I find that I continue to beat myself up for not “accomplishing” more. More reading. More Reflection. More scribbling. More drafting, More rewriting. More editing. More submitting of what actually may already be ready to be submitted.

Bandwidth.