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The cursor is blinking. It’s been blinking for what feels like an hour, a tiny, rhythmic accusation on a sterile white digital form. Field 3: ‘Key Accomplishments, Q1.’ My mouse is hovering over my calendar from last February, a month that feels like a historical artifact from another civilization. I’m scrolling, trying to resuscitate a memory, any memory, of something tangible. Did I… launch that report? No, that was March. Was I involved in the Peterson account? I think so. There’s a vague echo of a conference call that ran 23 minutes too long.
This is the annual ritual. The great corporate archeological dig where we are sent into the mines of our own recent past with a dull shovel and a flickering headlamp, tasked with unearthing proof of our own value. We are told this is for our ‘development,’ a forward-looking process to foster growth. But it feels like preparing a legal defense for a trial where the verdict was handed down months ago. It’s a performance, in the theatrical sense. We write our script, our manager rehearses theirs, and for one awkward hour, we both pretend that this conversation is the most important one of the year.
“Our brains are messy, nonlinear, and focused on the fire burning right in front of us, not the embers from 233 days ago.”
I just sent an email to my team about Q3 planning and forgot the attachment. The *actual* planning document. It’s
