I had a crazy long and good day today. I had a meeting with a potential client to show the specs and research we've got, and I had a blast. Very cool woman I met from their marketing department. I was running on low sleep since I stayed up last night polishing, formatting, and making the presentation aspect of the research look sharp. There's a huge opportunity for the company we're pitching to, and this could be a massively virtuous thing.

My adrenalin actually got up for presenting, which was great. I love adrenalin. However, adrenalin withdrawl kind of sucks, and 10 minutes after I was out of the building I was about to fall apart like a pile of jelly.

Somehow I managed to find my way into Dung Tailor, who I wrote about in "Is it cheaper to fly internationally to buy your next suits, luggage, etc?" I tried on a shirt and pants they made up, and they fit so perfectly. I thought to myself - wow, I just presented some specs and research to a massively successful client, and I just asked for a lot of money in budget to build for them. I should probably pick up a suit, I haven't had a proper suit since I left my home-office in Boston for the road back in 2008. So I picked it out, got it all done up, and I was amazed - $250 for a nice suit and two very nice shirts. Amazing. The Vietnamese are skilled tailors too. Anyway, Dung's contact info is in the "cheaper to go international for suits, luggage?" post. Say hi to Ming if you go, Ming is really cool and speaks English well. Dung is cool too - very stately, great vibe, excellent tailor.

After this, I'm totally exhausted. I do the math and realize I've slept less than 4 hours over the last 30 hours or so. But I'm in a weird zone where I don't want to sleep, I'm overtired. Grr. Okay, I'll stop to get a massage with some essential oils. It's like $10 at the spa. And there is playing this really lovely lullaby music with harp in it. It felt like flying. And I said - run with it. Daydream.

So I'm getting the kinks and lactic acid battered out of my legs and I'm daydreaming about flying with wings. If I had wings, I'd go skiing, and go off a crazy jump, and flutter down. My mind wanders. I think I'll go to the Opera next time I'm in Beijing. My mind wanders. I wonder what Oda Nobunaga thought before the Battle of Okehazama? What would I be thinking? I daydream, thinking about torrents of rain pouring down while riding against an army 10 times larger. Dismounting and sneaking through the woods to raid the back of the Imagawa camp, the fighting breaking out in the rain and mud, slaying Imagawa Yoshimoto and seeing the ranks of the Imagawa troops dissolve, saving the Oda clan from destruction.

The music shifts, and I come back around. I like to let my mind wander sometimes, it feels like relaxation time for the mind. I like to daydream and imagine. The way I see it, I'll act 45 years old, or I'll act 5 years old, but I try not to act very much in between. Either stately, poised, serious, or lighthearted, carefree, whimsical. 25 and 35 are okay too. The key is just avoid acting like you're 15 - scared, angsty, rebellious, confused. 5 year olds are good. 45 year olds are good. 25 and 35 are okay. No 15, no good. 5 is good. La la la.

I think there's a myth that all high achievers are dead serious. They are when it suits them, but most of the high achieving people I know have a pretty lighthearted and carefree side. You gotta learn ultra-serious, it might be necessary sometimes maybe, but it's nice to be light and carefree too. How would skiing be different if we had angel's wings? La la la. But this very same thing, imagination, also lets me step into the shoes of Oda Nobunaga or Meyer Rothschild or Thomas Jefferson and imagine what they'd have been feeling, doing, being. Imagination is good. When's the last time you really daydreamed, just let yourself totally zone out somewhere?