A year ago I hung up the phone with a coach’s parting words ringing in my ears, “I don’t know how you get anything done.” My son had been screaming in the background home sick that day and Hubby had been vying for my attention because he needed help with his client. I couldn’t reschedule with the coach due to her tightly booked schedule so I plugged through the phone consult repeating myself frequently and hearing her irritation grow. I decided that when I pick a coach they need to have a kid or be the oldest in a gaggle of kids.
Months ago I took my son to therapy with me. My therapist’s words still ring in my ears, “You can describe something but sometimes you just have to see it to understand.” I took him with me today because he was already having a rough morning. The day after Christmas we didn’t open the front door at all. He, like his father, loves to be on the road and hates being cooped up anywhere. I guess she understood why I asked for weekly therapy sessions. Then again, I fired her.
SO how do I get shit done?
- Set alarms
- skip sleep occasionally
- eat highly nutritious food
- drink lots of water
- laugh a lot
- know that I’m not gonna get everything done… unless I skip sleep. Even then… It isn’t all gonna get done.
- lists, lists, lists and more lists
- visual dream boards
- I breathe
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