The day was poorly tracked --
Awake: 3PM (11 hours sleep)… a delivery guy came at 9:30AM and banged loudly on the door, I woke and then went back to sleep -- I'm guessing that's why I slept so long? I gave half a thought to getting up at 9:30, which would have been five hours of sleep, but didn't do it.
4:10PM: Slowly getting ready, a little thinking, doing lots of stretching out of my muscles, shower and cleaning up.
Today I've got scheduled calls at 7PM and 11PM. I can…
Did a mix of finances, thinking, planning, light writing, and had 7PM call. Did travel plans, logistics, costs, etc. Good client call at 11PM. Did 6 hours of planning, business finance, business asset development, etc. Solid day.
Had a bunch of random stuff to do; did it all. No major wins, but a lot of necessary stuff. One of those days that needs to be had every two months or so, with long-term planning, numbers, finance, travel plans, logistics, coordination, etc.
Here was the plan for Day 12. If you remember, I was wrecked a few days earlier and looking to re-track --
Plan for tomorrow…
Over the next 3 days, need, *Sales *Philanthropy *Writing
Tomorrow… *Morning, a couple errands (power, etc) *Afternoon, take a quick crack at writing *Go to gym *Clean up *Meet Stepan, goals, etc. *Sleep early enough, tomorrow doesn't have to be crazy -- more important to just be on track
Here's what happened -
I woke up today after what was possibly one of the worst nights sleep I have had in a long time. There were no bad dreams, I was comfy enough but I kept waking up in what can only be described as a blind panic. By half 5 I gave up on trying for any more sleep - hence this blog post being written so early over a strong black coffee.
The reason behind my panic? I am meeting Mel today. Yes the beautiful, amazing Mel I met while travelling who actually made going to a Full Moon Party fun (as an old cynic this was no mean feat), made me realise I could laugh again and didn't get on my nerves once is coming to stay with me. She's got herself in gear, worked hard and saved to come and stay with me for hopefully the foreseeable.
Mel's younger then me, by nearly a decade and this DOES bother me. Not because she doesn't understand me, not because she makes me feel old but because it reminds me that her actions while impressive are something we expect from young people - impulsive and adventurous. When you get a bit older these adjectives change - in my case to mental and irresponsible. I remember last year when I decided to pack up and leave the UK I was met with alot of shocked looks and questions... two of which I'll discuss here.
I'm doing this is an exercise to remind me (and the lovely people that read this blog - hello!) of the possibilities I still have open to despite the barriers I sometimes feel that there are.