There was a time when I had a phase.

My part of the process.

My window to contribute.

Then I stepped back.

Now it doesn’t work like that.

The work moves too fast.

The boundaries don’t hold.

I’m pulled in earlier.

I stay involved longer.

I re-enter when things change.

There’s no clean beginning or end.

It’s ongoing participation.

At first, it feels like overproduction.

Or lack of clarity.

It isn’t.

It’s continuity.

I don’t get my phase anymore.

I get responsibility for how things move

while I’m in them.

That’s harder to define.

That’s more work

when I’m honest.