This Monday As A Monday

No time for a shower and I’m honestly hoping I’ll get a minute to sneak up to the fitness center I joined for four months at some point. Missed a bus but oddly another one rolled up a minute later and I sat in the back where this woman carefully applied her makeup as we rolled into downtown and for a moment I remember thinking I was pretty happy to not be worried about some things.

Sleep at two am because I still can’t breath 100% and sleeping when you’re breathing out of a straw isn’t even really sleeping and it definitely doesn’t come easy.

Wake up at seven in a deep sweat and almost no idea what day it might be or what time it is or what that goddamn blaring, oh…my alarm. Time for today.  Feeling robbed of some post-sickness sleeping.

Strategy meeting first thing, maybe push it back…got a pitch prep session at nine thirty…every day this week.

No time for a shower, out the door hoping I’d get a minute at some point to sneak up to the fitness center I joined for the winter. I rounded corner to a bus pulling away. Oddly another rolled up a minute later and I sat in the back where this woman carefully applied her makeup as we rolled into downtown and for a moment I remember thinking I was pretty happy to not be worried about some things.

As I write it’s around eight pm and I’m headed to North Vancouver in an hour to pick up a generously donated dresser from Maura and Danny.

Home by ten or so?

Yeah no workout.

Investor pitches coming together alongside a day full of annoying delays on a video I needed done today and literally just finished. Early afternoon conference call about a nationwide social media campaign we got involved in through the end of the year. Explained the value of twitter, outlined strategies.  Missed lunch.

Every spare moment in the office is about tomorrow and our company and its people and its impact and its dream.

Took a walk around the block mid afternoon so I wouldn’t throw my laptop through a window, wouldn’t overanalyze things, wouldn’t starve…wouldn’t someday look back on this day and this time and wonder where the hell it all went.

Wishing I’d showered at the moment, honestly.

How was your day?

Tell me good things.

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