Trying to balance leadership and actually learning feels like juggling while the floor is moving.

Rugby practice ended at 5 p.m., but my brain’s still on the field.

Cleats still muddy by the door, shoulders sore from tackles, lungs raw from sprints. Coach pulled me aside after: “You’re captaining next game—lead by example.” Everyone expects it: calls in the scrum, motivating the lineout, staying late to review plays. It feels good—being the one who holds it together when someone drops the ball or misses a hit. Team chats explode with memes and hype. I reply fast, keep the energy up.

Maybe balance isn’t equal time. Maybe it’s knowing when to let the scrum collapse a little so the mind can build something lasting.
Tomorrow I’ll lead again—have to. But tonight I chose one selfish page of reading. No playbook. Just thoughts.

One breath between hits and hypotheses.