Day 64: My Plate’s Full—And I’m Still Hungry

I’ve got more on my plate than I’ve ever had—and somehow my appetite’s only grown.

Between patient cases, twice-daily workouts, feeding this Substack, my new content, and keeping life with Curtis humming, my schedule looks like a work of art—if abstract chaos counts.

Truth is, I feel it all. The late-night editing binge. The 6am balcony sweat in Houston’s early furnace. The quick sips of water between Zoom calls. And yes, the twinge in my foot that reminds me I’m human.

But here’s the twist: I’m not overwhelmed. I’m energized.

Because my current full plate isn’t a flaw—it’s fuel. It forces me to ruthlessly prioritize. It makes every to-do feel deliberate. It keeps me off autopilot.

So today, instead of shrinking from the chaos, I held it close. I boxed in my tasks like a painter framing a masterpiece. I gave each minute its job. And in the cracks between commitments, I found pockets of joy. My plate’s overflowing. But I’m still hungry—for growth, for progress, for that next big bite of life.

My coach and I chatted about how all this would of been too overwhelming just a few months ago. My physical strength is really pushing my mental strength to new heights.

Day Sixty-Four. Plate full. Spirit full. Let’s keep going.