After much procrastination, I am taking the day off.
The funny thing is that IT IS my day off from my typical job. I still feel pressured/stressed/obsessed to work on my side business. I often ask myself, sarcastically, “Who was the genius of a man to start this tree company in the northern boreal?”
The business has created it’s own gravity now and it pulls me in to it’s multi-fauceted grasp. Pay This! Overdue That! Talk about This! Deal with That! Progression is about the growing pains. I can’t wait when everything is an old hat and also when I’m bald.
After talking to my girlfriend, she kept telling me that it’s okay to not worry about it. She’s right. I’ve put in a ton of time last week 50 hours at work and about 20 at the business. My body is telling me to relax and to forget about the rest of the world. So I will for today. After worrying about it for the majority of the day. That leaves 5ish hours of not caring. Glorious hours.