Happy Tuesday Everyone! I’m here a day early this week. Tomorrow, Wednesday, I’ll be in San Diego giving a speech. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it, but I also didn’t want to miss a blog either. If you remember it went sideways last time I tried to publish one while Paul and I were traveling.
To be honest, I’m not sure who this person is who’s writing to you, who’s organized enough to even think of publishing early? It is certainly not my typical M.O.
I’ve always been a kind of fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants gal with most everything but especially with business-oriented things. I never got worked up about them; I kind of figured they would get done when they got done. I probably drove more than one person crazy with that philosophy.
But something has changed. I have stopped procrastinating. Now I find myself doing paperwork at 10 at night or six in the morning. And I’m enjoying it. I’m returning emails very quickly, not just planning ahead but actually getting things done.
I used to put a load of clothes in the washing machine and sit down to read a book. I mean what else could I do? I was already doing laundry. Now I start the laundry first so I can get X,Y, and Z done before it has to be switched to the dryer. Who is this person? I have to admit I'm kind of wrinkling my nose as I write this.
Earlier today I was texting with a friend and somehow we started talking about carpet steamers. And I found it really interesting – which is scary in and of itself. That conversation morphed into waking up with an injury and how many heating pads we have. Kind of funny until we realized what we were talking about and a comment was made about how old we are. If anyone heard our chat, they would have easily put us at 85, minimum.
I used to hear people say that your taste buds change every seven years. Do likes, dislikes, and work habits do the same thing? If that’s true, I’m a little bit behind, like 14 years. I’ve missed a couple of change overs. Maybe that explains why the changes are so noticeable.
I’m not telling you these things to brag about how much I’m getting done. I’m genuinely confused over what’s going on. Have I somehow slipped into adulthood? Were there no warning signs? I don’t know what’s changed, but while I am a little freaked out by it all, I’m enjoying every minute. This may be the first time in my life, as far as work goes, that I understand that old quote, “If you do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”
