I have a confession to make

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.

Fuck it

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 do.

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.

Fuck it

I stayed in bed till 11.24 and enjoyed every minute of it.


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