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		By: Deep Work: A Review &#124; A Pett Project		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] This book resonated with me partly because it scared me. I’ve grown up to be increasingly constantly (virtually) connected. Even when I was travelling in Southern Africa last year, I bought a SIM card in every country I visited and only found a couple of places it was impossible to connect (the Kalahari and Mount Mulanje, since you ask). Every time I opened up my laptop in a hostel intending to write a blog post, I would instead get swept up inspecting my Facebook feed or the 300 unread articles in my Feedly. My laptop is nearly always open in front of me, whether at work or at home. There are times I have found it difficult to go more than ten minutes without checking my phone. I fear that my ability to focus for sustained periods of time on a difficult task has been eroded by the ease at which I can pacify myself by checking whether anything new has popped up on The Guardian&#8217;s website in the last few minutes that desperately needs my attention. I struggle to stay for long in my discomfort zone. [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] This book resonated with me partly because it scared me. I’ve grown up to be increasingly constantly (virtually) connected. Even when I was travelling in Southern Africa last year, I bought a SIM card in every country I visited and only found a couple of places it was impossible to connect (the Kalahari and Mount Mulanje, since you ask). Every time I opened up my laptop in a hostel intending to write a blog post, I would instead get swept up inspecting my Facebook feed or the 300 unread articles in my Feedly. My laptop is nearly always open in front of me, whether at work or at home. There are times I have found it difficult to go more than ten minutes without checking my phone. I fear that my ability to focus for sustained periods of time on a difficult task has been eroded by the ease at which I can pacify myself by checking whether anything new has popped up on The Guardian&#8217;s website in the last few minutes that desperately needs my attention. I struggle to stay for long in my discomfort zone. [&#8230;]</p>
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