Getting down to business – Day 268

I need to get down to business. There are books to be penned, articles to write and clients to find. I’m raring to go, but yet again, a whole day has gone by and I appear to have achieved very little.

The cupboards are full of food, the washing basket is empty and there is a hot meal on the table, but actual work work hasn’t really taken off today, but perhaps I am being too hard on myself as glancing at my ‘to do’ list, I see that of the 10 items I’ve jotted down, seven have been completed. So 70%. That’s enough for an A grade in this day and age I reckon.

It dawned on me today that PR is not my forever job.  I just don’t enjoy it enough. I love working with my smaller, individual clients, but I’m not sure I can be bothered with big companies.  Besides, I’m finding it much easier to get coverage for ‘people’ as opposed to products and that is probably because I find them infinitely more interesting.

There are two book ideas on the back burner, comedy material to fashion, a podcast to record and I am open to any other ideas that pop up. There is exciting work ahead even if I don’t know what it is yet. The pink feather tells me so.

I confess. I did feel the urge to moan about my lot today. Despite my mood hovering at 6 (With 10 for ecstatic and 0 for horribly miserable) I wanted to pour scorn on my efforts. I am naturally quite a negative soul, but do you know what, I am so SICK of that same old record. So, I gave myself permission to moan about how I will never make any decent money, but there’s a catch. I cannot do it just yet. I am allowed to complain when I have ticked everything off this list:

  • Sent my non-fiction novel idea to agents.
  • Written another 10 minutes of stand-up comedy and done at least one open mic session.
  • SEO’d my new pop-up cards website.
  • Got to grips with Google Shopping Ads and Google Ad Words re the cards website.
  • Pitched at least three articles to an assortment of wellness magazines.
  • Finally had a look to see if I ever did have any PPI.

When all of the above has been done and only then, will I permit myself to have a bit of moan. I am hoping I’ll be over it by then.

Finally, it wasn’t all bad to middling. I dropped my 18-year-old son and his 12-year-old sister off today and watched them walk off together as I was sat in traffic. I felt a burst of pride. What gorgeous kids I have! They also like me a bit more post Journey. ‘I love your good moods,’ declared the youngest when she got back from school. So do I. Let’s hope they last…

Personal manifesto

Go team universe!

2 comments

  1. Lawdamighty, woman, you impress me. That’s a long and formidable to-do list; I try to keep mine down to 3 and fairly often don’t even get those done. I figure I’m doing good if the dishes are washed and the kitchen is tidy. If I get out for a walk then I REALLY feel noble. If supper is made, I’m Woman of the Year! Fortunately for me, I don’t feel I have to change much in order to like and accept myself. I’m okay as I am. Now if everyone around me would just smarten up. Hee!

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