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Where all this time gone?

There is this major project you have been working on for the last three years. You are 6 month away to close it for good. You know you are capable of doing so but you find yourself looking back each day and thinking what did you do. This is the question - where is all this time gone?
You put yourself through the task of timing yourself on each projects you are juggling on.
Here is is your productivity is low - you spend approximately 4 hours a day on your major project 3 on the mundane - 4 hours on others project. Before you know it, you shattered.
Time for review
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