A dusting of snow fell today and everything was cancelled. Ballet. My coaching workshop tomorrow. School. Snowmania has struck. The kids are delighted of course. Two of them got sent home from school and have spent their time making snowmen and eating me out of house and home.
A coach I know wrote a blog post about how a snow day is a good chance to step back and take a long hard look at your business.
I didn’t do that. I didn’t do any proper writing either and I haven’t exercised. Snowmania has got to me too. I spent several hours in a warm bakery eating cake with my sister, but do you know what, there’s nothing wrong with that. Snow day for me has meant taking my foot off the gas.
I have felt that all work and no play has made me a bit of a dull badass of late, so it was nice to take a few hours off.
We have a financial advisor coming to see us tonight to talk about pensions and suchlike. They get a hefty slice of commission every time they sell a product and I notice that he is prepared to brave the arctic conditions and drive to our house.
It is bitterly cold out there and what I really want to do is put on my pyjamas and watch Netflix in bed with a bowl of popcorn, but nobody became a millionaire doing that, so financial advice it is.
I have printed out my pensions details, ISA’s etc and actually, I’m not as broke as I feel. Why do I feel broke when I have been saying money mantras on a daily basis? Clearly this is something I need to work on, but I’m not sure the finance guy will have the answer.
I am on it (My sister sent me a card with those words on today). I have got this. All the way to the bank. Wahay!