Today I was one of those people who gets shit done. I planned the week yesterday and today, I stuck to the agenda. Up at 6am, meditation at 6.45am (I had forgot to factor in the 45 mins of chores I do each morning!), 7am run, 8am 1 whole hour spent working on Jack Canfield’s The Success Principles. You get my drift, I was one of life’s winners today.
Yes, I made a few rookie mistakes, like forgetting to schedule any breaks between the tasks and failing to factor in the time spent shopping, cooking for the kids, clearing up etc. Even so, I feel a sense of achievement.
Hell, I even managed to spend an hour and a half on the novel and I didn’t hate what I wrote – I messed around with yesterday’s ‘meh’ writings and turned them into something half way decent.
I was on the telly yesterday, which reminded me that a contact dropped me a line last week to see if I would help to develop a new show. I would LOVE to do that and have sent her a message suggesting we talk on the phone.
I’ve realised that when I am getting shit done, I am less inclined to moan. All I need to do now is do the same thing, day in, day out. I am not sure how the 6am starts will sit with evenings out, but as there aren’t too many of those, it shouldn’t be a problem.
I’m off to a tough body conditioning class tonight. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if a halo appeared over my head on the way home.
I get shit done!