Stop to think about the vows. Till death do us part. In sickness and in health. I mean, think about that for a minute. Think about your work. Do you really want to be doing it until the day you die? No retiring if there actually was social security, no escaping to Boca Raton when you’re in your seventies and playing golf in the sun, no kicking back or making cookies for the grandkids. No resting. No breaks. No sick days or days off from manifesting that care that you’ve prioritized so highly. This is the real deal, ball-and-chain, for-fucking-ever. Are you really sure you want to commit?
If you answered yes, then finish that fucking project already.