There comes a point most evenings when the coffee finally catches up with me.
One more line.
One more fix.
One more idea.
Years ago, that usually meant a 3 A.M. mistake disguised as determination.
These days I've learned a better rhythm.
When I feel myself pushing too far, I open my task list and move two or three things to tomorrow. No guilt. No arbitrary deadlines. Just permission to continue the work after some sleep.
Discipline isn't squeezing every last drop out of today.
Sometimes it's knowing exactly when to trust tomorrow.
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