This week -- my working week that is -- has been different. Rather than getting up and immediately turning on my computer, I've made a point of reading and writing my morning pages. It sounds odd, but it's lifted my soul.
If I'm honest, I've not given it much thought beyond the thought "I feel better". But I do. It might be because it means I've not been sat in front of a computer so much; it might be because I've had time to focus on my book; or it might be because it's more natural for me. What it has meant is that I've been able to read a few pages of something memorable -- Steven Pressfield's new book, Nobody Wants to Read Your Sh*t -- and assimilate a number of takeaways that I can apply in writing my first non-fiction book. It's still way too early to know if I'll beat that little old Resistance sufficient to write something every day but I sure hope that's the end product.
As for the rest of day(s), things are still the same. I don't want to say too much but I've definitely shrunk to fit the role, as opposed to growing and the role expanding with me. There are a number of reasons, but, in essence, they bear on the soul of the business which in turn bear on the souls of the owners. Am I learning? No. No in the sense that I'm not learning any new skills but I'm gathering experience about what floats my boat in an employed setting. It's still too early to make any predictions, but assuming our house move goes ahead, I see me looking forward towards a different future, and hopefully one that involves less full-time work and more creativity. But of course the money is the key driver and that will have to assume a priority to the extinction of some of the other projects I've in mind.
'H' and I are off racing again this weekend. She has two races in Bristol and Seaton, Devon. Fingers crossed she gets a result. She needs something to keep her motivated.
Have a good day wherever you are.
Onwards forever onwards...