<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Milestone on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/milestone/</link><description>Recent content in Milestone on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/milestone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Where I Thought I'd Be by Now</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/where-i-thought-id-be-by-now/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/where-i-thought-id-be-by-now/</guid><description>&lt;p>The number this morning is fifty.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Not fifty as in halfway to something. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what the something would be, or where halfway falls on the line I&amp;rsquo;m walking. Just fifty, a count of mornings I&amp;rsquo;ve sat down and written something here instead of not writing it.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I thought I&amp;rsquo;d be further along by now. Not in a self-critical way, more the way you think you&amp;rsquo;ll be somewhere by dinner and then dinner comes and you&amp;rsquo;re still on the highway. I had a vague sense that fifty days in would feel more decided, more settled, like the fog would have burned off by now.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>