I felt like Homer Simpson today. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and eat doughnuts. But it was Monday, there was work to be done, mantras to be said, new clients to be courted. What was the matter with me?
Deep down, I wonder if I am so driven because I know my true self is really Homer Simpson on Ketamine. If I let go and did what I wanted, perhaps I would literally lie around and eat myself to a size 30.
Anyway, it’s Tuesday today (this post is late) and I feel more human and less like a podgy cartoon character. I’ve been to a ballet class, written a piece for a magazine and am in the process of sorting a competition for a magazine.
Said magazine is a GREAT opportunity for the client, but it is nonetheless like pulling teeth trying to get them to give anything away. They’ll pay thousands for rubbish advertorial, but are reluctant to offer their product as a prize in exchange for a whole page and a mention on the cover of a national magazine. Sometimes PR is such hard work!
I haven’t done any marketing this week and must get onto it, or else I won’t be making those five phone calls a day that my coach has asked me to. That just ain’t gonna happen. It is taking much longer to court my target clients than I anticipated – largely due to the fact that they don’t hang out on social media…or anywhere in fact.
Still, I went for a walk with a friend at the weekend who has promised to set me up a coffee with a key person at a big channel. There’s a lot to be said for sticking with the people I already know and like.
I am going places via Badass Express.