I’m almost half way through the challenge. I started out so enthusiastic. On Day 2 I woke up excited for the moment I could sit down and write.Â
Now it’s becoming a bit of drag. And I wonder if it’s because of the last weeks activities. Lets recap ...
Monday. Attempted to study. Got distracted researching small business information. Dancing in the evening. Â Coaching practice.
Tuesday. Took my car into get a quote on paint. Negative, unhelpful attendant left me feeling untrustworthy of genuine panel beaters. Finance Class was amazing. Brainwave for my business name. Spent the rest of the day in the library. Applied for a position at a prestigious hotel in the CBD. Walked in the door at 7pm. Worked on the business idea a little more.
Wednesday. Worked until 2pm. Felt like either convulsing on the floor or bringing up the contents of my stomach until I passed out. Spent the remainder of the evening in front of the computer, obsessed with getting the business idea off the ground. Wrote my first blog post for Witchin’ Events.
Thursday. Back in the library, 100% focused on my Sales Assignment. Sales class at 12:30pm. Discussed idea of an end of term picnic with my classmates. Beautician in the afternoon. Created my Love List. Told my ex boyfriend we could no longer be friends. Baked cupcakes until 10pm. Cried in between.
Friday. Early start at work. Dragged myself out of the shop at 4pm for the Road Safety launch in the city. Left at 5:30pm. Agreed to go out for pizza with friends to avoid what was waiting for me at home: the burden of a broken heart.Â
Saturday. Another early start at work. Ticked off the boss several times with an overly boisterous attitude. Desperate to find anything to keep my mind busy. Got home at 5pm. Commenced the descent into heart ache.Â
Sunday. 8am start at work. Broke free at 3:30pm. Working on picking myself up again for next week.
