Today was a highly productive day. This morning, I was looking down the long path into an anxiety-filled obliteration, since I logged onto the paid blog site and for the life of me, I couldn’t find anyone I wanted to write for. Two nitpicky edit requests and I decided at some point, I will probably starve if I have to make a minimum amount of money every day. This morning was a little rough. Part of me thinks it was the four hours of sleep I got before having to wake up early to pick up my son (don’t drink green tea late at night, kids!)
We got home and I began to mainline coffee, answering all of his questions about things I changed around the house. Gone was the day job workstation, and in my writing room was the new computer. There were many changes he immediately noted, from the carnation the nice young lady at Scooters gave me on Mother’s Day to some pictures and items I moved around the house. He notices EVERYTHING.
I drank coffee. Started the edits. Looked for more clients. Texted my mom so she could talk me off a ledge. Then I decided to start making little lists. I’m only putting three things on the list each day.
Today, this was my list:
- Write resume
- Start work on rebuilding travel site
- Work on the book
I got none of these done. A big reason was that an unexpected 1500 word post came through and I spent the next hour writing that. I picked up lunch for my son and I and then we went on a bike ride for an hour or so. We probably rode about four miles. It was nice to get some sunshine. Vitamin D deficiency is supposedly one of the big contributors to not doing well with coronavirus. I’ve been coughing and hacking enough lately. Could be COVID, could just be May and everything is in bloom. Either way, I’ve been unable to shake this cough since pneumonia in September. The cigars probably aren’t helping. Those were fun while they lasted.
I have to be able to let plans go, even when I make lists of things to do. I have two days worth of lists to cross things off. I realize that building a business at home isn’t going to happen overnight. I was going to work on the book tonight, but I’m tired. Even after my hour nap after the bike ride. The heat just sucked the energy right out of me. But it was good to get some exercise and spend time with my kiddo.
I’m looking forward to my chair arriving from Ikea in the next few days. The folding metal chair I’ve been using at my desk is painful after a while of sitting and writing. So much, in fact, that I have to twist and pop my back from the stress it puts on my spine between my shoulder blades.
Soon I will have to send out query letters, hit up magazines, businesses, and chisel away at the paid blogs. I have some content from the old site that I can revise and reattach pictures so at least I have the beginnings of my Gettingoutmore site again. This week might see another podcast with my son. Those are a good way to spend time together, but maybe I need a way to warn my listeners that a lot of the stuff he talks about is half-remembered stuff he’s seen on YouTube and he is not a bonafide source of information.
I’m heading off to bed now. The chair is pinching my back. I’m not sure if sitting on them or getting hit with one does more damage. I’d have to ask a professional wrestler.