There's the imaginary brick wall, when the immense weight of the task before you materialises out of thin air and bears down upon you. The taste of fear – that this time round you've possibly bitten off more than you can chew.
Then you take a quick, short, shallow breath and battle on. Time is short and you cannot afford the luxury of doubt.
But what if the imaginary brick wall isn't, you know, imaginary?

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