You see on Sunday morning I didn’t get out of bed until 11.24 am.
So what? you say
You’d be right except that at first I felt guilty about it. For the first time in 9 weekends I had the opportunity to laze around and do nothing and I felt guilty.
Josie was with her mum. I didn’t have any golf planned. There were no courses I had to deliver. There was nothing. Zip. Nada. Just me, my other half and breakfast in bed.
I felt guilty.
Shouldn’t I be working? Surely I should be, as a business owner, doing something this Sunday morning that’s constructive, that’s going to move me and my business forward?
Then Facebook got involved. Lots of notifications about entrepreneurs I know doing this, doing that, getting up a 4am, going to sleep at 2am because their work was more important than anything else.
Shit, I really should be working. I’m going to look bad if I can’t post something about how I’m a whizzy, hard working, nothing gets in the way of my train entrepreneur.
You know what? I can’t be bothered to play that game. I’m going to live my life at the pace I want to live it. If I want to work I will because I enjoy it. If I don’t I won’t.
It’s not that I don’t care, It’s not that I don’t want to be successful.
I just don’t want to do it at the expense of everything else in my life. I’ve worked 9 weekends in a row. I even had a break for 3 days and despite having a voicemail telling people I was away and an answering service to back it up, people were still chasing me about stuff they should have got resolved several months ago.
I stayed in bed till 11.24 and enjoyed every minute of it.