Get your chakras out
Well why not I ask myself. Life coach Becki was talking about my chakras (spellchecker wanted charades…) and meridians this morning. Those and the connection with the major back aches I get and my issues with repressed anger.
Have you met many of the people I deal with? Suppliers, etc. not clients (ahem) I mean. Repressed anger is the LEAST of my problems.
After last week’s lengthy missive about the holiday this week’s is likely to be shorter.
The holiday is fading into memory at some fantastic rate as we try and squeeze two month’s work and appointments into one and a half.
That and I mowed the lawn on Sunday which can get my back acting up.
Thought I’d got away with it on Monday (note to self – you will get little or no adverse reaction the day after. It’s the one after that the chickens come home to roost) but Tuesday made up for it big time.
Of course it could have something to do with the hundred mile drive each way and poring over the client’s laptop in the office under the stairs for four hours but who can tell?
Dang I need emojis. Inquisitive face with hand on chin.
Am in the process of changing car. Picking the “new” one up Friday week.
Which is lucky really.
Because after we talked about it Lorraine would like to keep my existing one and sell her one if we can finance off the balance on the existing one.
No sweat. The sort of transaction many people would do on a regular basis perchance?
But we generally don’t do things like that. Or haven’t done for years anyway.
Probably not since the purchase of the last car – four years ago in fact.
And that didn’t have the extra vehicle exchange to add to the mix.
We looked at passing my existing car through the dealership I’m getting the (one year old ex-management car with top of the range specs) but their systems won’t bend to do that without a full service and a warranty package which would set us back £1,500. Good of them to steer us away from that.
Oddly, in years gone by that might have been the only way you could have structured the transaction.
First networking meeting since our return this morning.
On the road 06.00 which meant, by 14.00 and walkies time, I’d done eight hours already.
Without a break.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hear you cry.
The cross I have to bear.
Actually it’s the transition from good night’s sleep on holiday to five to six hours max again – knackers me every time.
Just when you want to be juggling phone calls and last minute tasks that are perceived urgent by the client.
But that’s why we’re here I suppose and that’s why we get things done.
So finish this post, send an email, try another attempt at breaking the telephone ping pong I’m playing with someone and then a well earned nap.